[Konoha has never considered herself particularly fast by the standards of her own people. Compared to humans, sure, but she was a sturdier, mountain stock, not some swift field jinba. Still, right now, she wishes for even a fraction of her usual speed- because she can swim, but it’s not well, not like this, with her entire body under the water.
Both her hearts are thundering, both lungs heaving, but despite the considerable head start she’d had on them the shadows are nearly on her, nipping at her back legs, only the thrash of churning hooves in the water preventing teeth from sinking in. Yet.
But then Arenvald is there, she hears him through the whiteout panic, locks her eyes on him- Arenvald knew magic, he was an adventurer, this kind of thing-
She doesn’t have the “air” to call back, but a stream of bubbles follows when she spurs herself towards him in a last desperate push.]
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Both her hearts are thundering, both lungs heaving, but despite the considerable head start she’d had on them the shadows are nearly on her, nipping at her back legs, only the thrash of churning hooves in the water preventing teeth from sinking in. Yet.
But then Arenvald is there, she hears him through the whiteout panic, locks her eyes on him- Arenvald knew magic, he was an adventurer, this kind of thing-
She doesn’t have the “air” to call back, but a stream of bubbles follows when she spurs herself towards him in a last desperate push.]