Without warning, a flurry of water projectiles shot toward the arowana, which had been floating near the surface.
Snap!
Snap!
The blasts struck the fish's shimmering body, carving gashes into its scaled flesh. Blood seeped out, slowly tinting the icy water crimson.
The arowana thrashed in pain, suddenly aware that it was in real danger. It tried to flee, but Clayton wasn't about to let it escape. He gripped the fishing line tighter, refusing to give the creature even a second of freedom.
Now the tables had turned. The fish was trapped—just as Clayton had been earlier, overwhelmed by its raw strength. Seeing this reversal, Clayton let out a triumphant laugh.
"Ha! Now you get to feel what I went through!" he muttered, grinning.
"Again—hit it!" he shouted to the skeletons.
Snap!
Snap!
Another volley of water projectiles blasted through the air.
