"Don't do it!" Isolde shouted.
Cain did not listen. He took a deep breath.
Gulp.
He filled his lungs with as much air as he could. Then, he pushed his hand through the bubble wall.
It felt like pushing through cold jelly.
He stepped out.
POP.
Isolde quickly used her magic to close the hole behind him.
Cain was now in the deep ocean.
The cold was intense. The Warlord's Pelt (his coat) glowed softly, keeping him warm. But the pressure was heavy. It felt like an elephant was sitting on his chest.
The Shark Men laughed. They made clicking sounds in the water. They thought the human was stupid. A human cannot fight in the sea.
The first Shark Man swam at Cain. He was very fast. He thrust his coral spear.
Cain tried to punch the Shark.
But the water was thick. His punch was slow. It was like punching in a dream.
The Shark easily dodged. He stabbed Cain in the arm.
Poke.
The spear tore Cain's coat, but did not cut his skin. Cain frowned. He looked at his fist.
Too much drag, Cain thought. Punching pushes water. I need to cut water.
Two more Sharks attacked. They swam circles around him. They were too fast.
Cain reached into his shadow.
He needed a weapon that was good for stabbing. A weapon that was thin.
He pulled out the Kazikli Bey—the red lance.
A lance is aerodynamic. It is made to pierce.
The Sharks charged again.
Cain did not swing the lance. He thrust it.
ZOOM.
The lance moved fast underwater. It cut through the water like a needle.
SKEWER.
The lance went through the first Shark's chest. Blue blood filled the water.
The other Sharks stopped laughing.
Cain spun the lance. He could not speak, but his eyes said: Come on.
The Sharks swarmed him. There were ten of them.
Cain's lungs started to burn. He needed air. He had to finish this fast.
He kicked his legs. The Ring of Burden made him heavy, so he sank, but he used the weight to anchor himself.
He grabbed the lance with both hands. He spun it like a propeller.
[Technique: Whirlpool]
The spinning lance created a vortex. The water twisted. It pulled the Sharks in. They could not swim away.
The vortex sucked them toward Cain.
Slash. Stab. Slash.
Cain turned the water red. In ten seconds, all the Sharks were floating still.
Cain's vision started to get dark. He was out of air.
He turned to the bubble. Isolde was watching, her face pale.
Cain swam to the bubble. He knocked on the wall.
Knock knock.
Isolde opened a small hole. Cain squeezed inside.
He fell onto the floor of the bubble. He coughed up water. He gasped for air.
"Haa... Haa..." Cain breathed. "I hate... swimming."
Isolde looked at the dead sharks floating outside.
"You killed a patrol in deep water," she said. "That is impossible."
"Physics," Cain wheezed. "Thrusting is faster than swinging. Pointy end goes first."
He stood up and shook the water off his coat.
"Now," Cain said, looking down into the black abyss. "Let's go find the big fish."