Fine control, however, would prove to be difficult for the mermaid; after months as Zeetha's Zumil, Agatha was stronger than she looked and well aware that an enemy trying to move bits of you around was never a good thing for you.

Her knife hand was really starting to hurt, almost as much from her desperate deathgrip as from the mermaid's efforts- fortunately the blade didn't offer that much in the way of water resistance, or she might have lost it as she pulled with as much force as she could muster away from where this being wanted her to go.

"Let go, you blasted fish!" she sputtered; a little water splashed into her mouth, but nothing like as much as before, and certainly not enough to make her feel she was drowning.