I'm a Stingray?

And so, the craze-encrusted enemy had somehow plumped back in colour, that natural brown skin restored only on specific patches.

The last time Timothy had seen this monster carrying such life, was when he faced her back at the first den whom contained such awful green substance.

The big bad enemy began moving around, twisting left and right as if she was another soul whom had reincarnated into this body and was trying it out in panic.

With a massive burst of energy, she nearly didn't hesitate to charge towards her enemy that had long made a sour place in her heart. He was the closest there and becoming a target wouldn't have been a problem either way once considering history.

Such thunderous force managed to scare the young boy for once in a long while. He wanted to escape but the fins didn't want to oblige, as if they were frozen in place.

It only took a moment to realise that there was a psychological wall behind this inability to move away. Sure he had enough ego to refuse allowing this old hag to land yet another kill, but if that ego was removed, what would be left?

A handful of things, he managed to realise that through the few seconds of terror but the prime one remained as the urge of suicide.

Somehow he had become a stingray without wanting to, although he was a prodigy here, life underwater had proven horrific so far.

So behind all that ego, he wanted to die, Tim wanted for this crazy old anglerfish to bite him in half and end what could be years of future suffering.

And the enemy was happy to oblige such unspoken wish, she had already begun charging straight towards the target and was clapping her jaws more than ever ~ them craving every bit of flesh that the hero possessed.

In a split second they could hear that rough thud of a sound when powerful jaws meet flesh. However, the brave sea pancake was still floating on his spot, alive and in one piece.

The commotion in the waters became hazardous for any fish whom was in a 1 foot radius of a specific scene, thankfully our flat hero was 2 feet away.

A dust cloud was caused thanks to this trouble, and barely any fish in the area could see just what the hell was going on.

The anglerfish had met some type of barricade, she hadn't yet escaped the underwater dust cloud and judging from the constant jaw-claps, the situation was intense.

Everything went quiet after a while and the dust cloud began calming down, the first thing that the sea pancake managed to see was the enemy's head poking out of the cloud, her mouth wide open.

But...

It wasn't charging straight forward with aims to slash the hero down. Instead, the head met a sub-spin and slowly nailed to the ground.

A quarter of the cloud dimmed down after just a handful of seconds and anyone present, managed to see a larger being present in the battlefield.

Whom it was, struck out as a bit of a blur for a while until someone called out with joy evident to her tone. "It's Husat the great white shark!"

Upon further observation, Timmy managed to notice that the anglerfish's head was cut down not-so-clean and the tail was laying around a few feet away from where the battle took place.

Afterwards they could see the brave young shark spitting out a foot wide chunk, it was clear that his jaws were strong enough to bite through that tough skin the enemy used to possess.

A battle-cry hollered from the top of their lungs and it was clear whom had the advantage, inhabitants of this den had more motivation than ever to strike the enemies down!

Considering that a great white was aiding them in battle now, this scene became more of a massacre - these pufferfish whom dared to harm this den had only given a fin more into digging their own graves.

An end was met and the not-so-hidden den stood victorious against the attackers.

Losses were definitely met from this side, a lot of the smaller fish have been slaughtered, including the one and only sea turtle that inhabited this place.

A clean up was necessary after this point, of course after the fish took some time to calm down and observe everything that just happened.

The dead allies were lined up and Tim was given the unfavourable task to count everything. In this battle, 60 marine animals whom inhabited this den, have lost their souls.

So that pushes this hidden den back to step one, having just 30 allies. It's worse than when he got here although more diverse in species thanks to the new arrivals.

After the disaster, Timothy had asked the system a question that didn't feel like it mattered. "How many points do I have now?"

[Total system points = 335]

"That's more than I ever got but at what cost? These fish all died because of that crazy bitch!" His thoughts were certainly set into a firm rage but the facial expressions didn't manage to let out any emotions, it remained blank.

A sweet tone sounded out near the hero out of a sudden, asking. "What will we do with all these bodies?"

"Why are you asking me?" Tim answered and noticed that it was Osira whom had asked such a question.

Pointing out what could have escaped as a forgotten fact, with a bit of hesitancy in her tone, the lady cited. "Well... Marlo is dead and a lot of these fish would want to hear out your thoughts."

Feeling more emotional than ever, he answered. "I don't deserve to lead these fish. Look at all these deaths caused just because I bothered that hag to begin with."

"She was going to destroy fish kind no matter what, if not today then it would have happened tomorrow." Afterwards showing that her attitude is just as strong as her support, she once more questioned. "Now tell me, what do we do with these bodies?"