Totoka River fisherbalm

Her laugh echoed melodically across the river and with it resurfaced an unwelcome memory. Seger in place of Meredith, her face a twisted black mask jeering at his failure. Though it lasted mere seconds, it was enough to make him shiver coldly - though, perhaps, that was the frigid water's doing.

"Yeah? I'd like to see ye try," her voice brought him back to the present, a familiar challenge returning to his tone as he caught the subtle shift in her gaze. An idea formed in head; if she wouldn't play fair, there was no way he would either. "Distracted, eh? Think that might be yer downfall."

Lunging into the spray, he used his momentum to collide with Meredith in a ball of spidery limps and snapping teeth in an effort to unbalance her. A swift change of direction soon revealed his true intentions though, and he darted jaws outstretched towards the fish, feeling its slippery body finally within his grasp. Competition? By all accounts, she'd just lost.