Firestone Hot Springs the tidal wave breaks

Pain consumes him. Each roll widening wounds haphazardly placed upon his upper body. The both of them thrashed around like rag-dolls, neither able to control the direction in which they rolled.

Fire takes them next. Earth disappearing to give way to liquid, Mercer thought they were to burn alive. He expects flames to be disintegrating their fur, turning flesh into ash. Alas, there is water. He releases her out of shock. Aching limbs flail, splashing as he emerges from the water's hold. His jaws gasp desperately for air.

Blood pours from all their wounds, turning the water colors fit for a murder scene. Soaked, injured and sore, Mercer barely clings to consciousness.