Simon cut through another pair of jaws and watched the body fall.
Before it reached the water, something below caught it.
He stared as the carcass disappeared between rows of teeth.
"Are you all fucking starving?"
He had killed more than a dozen already.
He had expected the others to avoid him after seeing what happened to the first few. Instead, every corpse seemed to attract something else.
Some fought over the floating remains. Others continued launching themselves at him, apparently convinced they would succeed where the last creature had failed.
Simon was getting tired of this.
He sent a blade of wind through another attacker, then reached toward the space ahead.
He was about to teleport but a stronger presence entered his perception.
His hand stopped.
The water beneath the feeding beasts bulged.
Several scattered. One disappeared underwater with a violent jerk, leaving a trail of blood behind it.
A broad head broke the surface.
