I'm a Stingray?

Fearless with every cell of her body, the anglerfish charged right towards Tim, ignoring the other one's presence.

Unwilling to know how the insides of this enemy seemed like, Tim jerked his fins upwards right away and slipped a foot more below.

But that wasn't enough to avoid a 3 foot wide enemy, so he had to repeat that procedure which aided to sink another food deeper.

At that moment, the enemy clashed right against Timmy's spine, simply because she was swimming straight downwards, so the odds favoured her in a few aspects.

But she wasn't lucky enough to dig those ugly yet dangerous teeth on the boy, the only collison worth talking about was the bashing itself.

Aimlessly, Tim had raised his tail at that moment, curled it into a U form.

That aided to land the first ever physical blow against this enemy, as the barb sunk right below the beast's mouth.

The momentum however, was strong enough to drag the boy along effortlessly.

That and his tail was flexing hard enough to not break the said attack position, so that became a reason for him to hang on this beast as it dashed 10 meters away from the collision point.

After a couple seconds, he could see what had just happened. Still seeing the enemy's belly over his head, helped figure stuff out.

While still hooked against the beast's chin, he made a 180° turn, most definitely flipped like a pancake.

The prime aim of such a move was to dig his vicious level 3 jaws right against the enemy's belly.

The belly was all he could reach, because although short, this beast was still 2 feet long! If it was any shorter, Timmy could have easily bit her anus without any said resistance.

High or normal, he would do anything to win a battle and what would hurt more than losing reproductive part?

After taking one bite, he could sense just how tough this enemy's skin was. It felt like chewing through that nasty coral he had to take in the beginning of this task, well technically her endurance was half of that.

But yet, once recalling all this risk factor, he easily had motivation to bite a bit harder this time.

So after taking off a 4 centimeter chunk, he took another and then the next. 5 bites later, he felt the enemy slowing down and muffling what sounded like anger. "That was a mistake."

And then Timmy could hear fins flapping, their impact was strong enough to cause noticeable disturbance in the water.

But spooking fish in a 30 meter radius wasn't really the prime concern here, especially since everything in his vision started spinning.

About 5 seconds later, figuring out the situation became easier when taking the 10 or so spins into consideration.

This beast was horizontally spinning on the spot, without even bothering to swim from her spot and such.

She was doing numerous 360° spins, making them look easy to do but the effort put on them stood out like a zit.

After figuring out what she was trying to do, Timothy stopped biting off chunks through the enemy and instead held on the beast with those very jaws.

But the bizarre situation scared him to bite a bit too hard, so he took another chunk off the enemy and felt himself twirling like an empty beer bottle, such a mistake had forced him to lose proper grip of the enemy.

Tossed 5 feet away, dizzy no doubt, through the blur he could see a large object dashing towards him. This has to be the enemy, no buts about it.

Dangers acknowledged, he began to bash fins against the water to move away... but yet was still spinning and in another way was disoriented, so such a task became tricky.

He was just aimlessly swimming around, although the attempt to progress far exceeded what a little stingray could provide.

As the enemy got close enough to be just a couple of feet away, Tim once more felt like this was the end. Because the enemy... well she was far more powerful than the tiger grouper he faced.

That grouper almost led him to death... but this one? The odds favoured one fish and it was only the one who was tough as stone.

After one more spin, Tim arrived in the position of getting a far better glimpse of the raging enemy.

Through that same tenth of a second, an orange rock bashed through the water, made its way up and struck the large fish right below the chin.

Forcing it once more to change directions! Forcing such a massive beast to change directions enough to get those teeth away from his body.

And instead, Tim was bashed on the belly this time but thankfully the system didn't alarm anything about taking damage.

With the golden opportunity given, he began to fling that tail of his around as fast and as violently as one could.

3 stings later, a strike against this beast's eye was finally landed and a shout followed after. "You tiny inferior shit!"

Remembering just how a bad idea it was to hang on this enemy for too long, Tim used those fins of his to leap off the enemy's head!

But yet still close enough to kiss the monster's back, he slid down as if on a slide and in the meantime managed to land 5 more strikes with the stinger.

His tail was working overtime and fear of being absolutely slaughtered, aided such speed.

"Oh for the love of...!" He heard the enemy shout, in those same seconds when the attack was launched.

He had landed stings before but this lady did not yell... even when there was a crater being opened in her stomach from countless bites!

So Timmy got a slight idea and spoke it out. "So that's your weak spot ha?"

But then spotted the orange fish about 15 feet away and asked her, "Why are you fighting this old hag?"