How did things turn this way? The damned bird was still on the hunt as I quickly ducked to the right, dodging another beak strike. My little fishy heart was beating hard as a swam around, trying as much as I could to not be predictable. At least my hunter was stupid enough to keep on flying overhead, probably tiring itself out as much as it was me. It kept on diving and regaining attitude. Perhaps it would decide that I was too hard of a catch. Perhaps it would go away and leave me to my misery. I did a barrel-roll right. I bet that that stupid bird never saw a fish doing that, ha! Maybe I’d be able to survive this after all.
I went in a full circle and slowed down a bit, trying to catch my breath. I could feel my gills pulsing at my sides, pumping as much oxygen as possible into my system. I wasn’t quite sure if being fit before drinking that stupid potion changed much but I was losing juice fast. I’d have to find a solution quickly or I’d soon be fried.
I looked around me, trying to find the tell-tale shadow of my hunter. If my attention lapsed for just a few seconds, my life could be forfeit. I shiver ran up my spine as I saw the shadow grow just a meter away from me. It was growing, yes, but growing too slowly. Its talons pierced through the water’s surface and rested on the floor. I stifled a groan. That damned bird-brain was learning!