Capítulo 295: Spooked fatty

[You have lost fifty points of health]

[That and you only have thirty-four points of healthy remaining, out of your total bar of one-hundred-and-twenty-one]

As Timothy tried to comprehend just what happened right now, the only thing he could acknowledge was the massive pain that enveloped one of his fins!

All of his concentration had been taken hostage by it. And it wasn't any easier on his consciousness, once he realized that the same fin couldn't quite be moved.

He was tossed against the sea-floor just a moment ago, and noticed that the waters themselves had been coated, with blood that likely belonged to him ~ which alone managed to describe how severe the situation had become.

Definitely against his favour, that was certain. As if losing a friend wasn't hard enough on its own, now he had to deal with escaping death for himself.