[If the only thing good out of this lake is that Noctis can spend hours at the edge with a pole in hand, then that's about it. Grateful for the presence at his back and the arm looping around him to keep him anchored, Noct takes a slow start to stepping back - only after Gladio has him secured, so he can't slip right out of his grip.]

It wasn't this muddy when I started, I've just been trapping it for this long. [The better part of twenty minutes in this fight, it's the real reason he's starting to lose his breath and need the help - this thing is a beast, that's for sure.]

Horse fish? Haven't seen any yet, and I really doubt it's the little eels I was finding down my path - so I'm hoping it's something huge and normally fishy. I've caught some bluegill and even a few trout, so there are regular fish in here. Or at least that's what I thought I caught.