The sudden release filled Agatha with elation, but it would have been better if it had been complete. She'd still have worried, of course, with the fish-thing still out there who knew where, but with the freedom of movement she'd certainly be more able to deal with it or, better yet, help get to shore. Having to cling to Recluse's outfit just to not drown was kind of embarrassing.

She still couldn't see, but something in the movement of the water hinted- the way the movement of the air hints that something is looming over you- that something rather bigger than a hand was coming at that arm. Her instinct was to try to withdraw... so she didn't, but lashed out in its direction instead, turning her hand with as much range of motion as her assailant's grip allowed and hoping desperately to stick something that would make it let go.