Razeal stood still, one hand raised to his chin as he rubbed it slowly a gesture he often made when lost in thought. His dark eyes were narrowed, reflecting faint ripples of light from the deep ocean around them. His mind was spinning, thoughts darting in every direction like sparks of lightning.
He was thinking. Deeply.. Very Seriously.
He knew the next wave of sea creatures would take a minute or two to fully reform and start moving toward them again. That was both a blessing and a curse. Just These fhew minutes meant a little breathing room, but also pressure because he needed to form a plan fast.
He couldn't just keep throwing apples into the flow until his brain fried. That wasn't a real strategy.. it was suicide dressed as skill.
A hundred different ideas ran through his mind. Every possible move, countermeasure, trick, and scheme he could think of. But one by one, he dismissed them all.
Too risky.
Too weak.
Too slow.
Too unpredictable.
Cant work.
