>Keep going. As soon as we can get some air, we are blasting this thing so badly Mugetsu will feel it.|
>And if it knows what's good for it, it'll let go so it's not in strangling range right afterward.
>Rage is like strength...
>You keep pushing, drawing upon your anger and frustration, and the lure of all the terrible and terribly satisfying things you're going to do to this thing once you reach the surface. And you
are going to reach the surface. You're simply not going to give reality any other choice in the matter. C'mon, just a little further...
>You can feel your consciousness dimming. No matter how much will a person has, there are physical limits. You've been struggling for too long, with too little air when you started. Your chest burns; it feels like there's a void inside in, clawing at you. You rage on, but feel yourself slowing. Part of you dimly becomes aware of voices, distant and muted. They hardly seem to matter now. It's all getting so far away.
>"Love Sign!" Wait, is that-?
>"Master Spaaaaaark!"
>You feel a torrent of energy surge beneath you, water churning and blasting away from it. It passes perilously close to your legs; you feel the beam mere inches from them, and the spray of hot water in its wake almost scalds you. The creature releases its grip!