The tug-of-war suddenly surged again.
Rita and the three other fish were yanked straight out of the water, flung into the air, then splashed back down.
For the split second she was airborne, Rita saw what was happening on shore: the white-robed angler was gripping his rod and leaping backward in huge arcs.
So anglers could use skills too.
It looked like a charge-type forced-movement skill, something like Lightchaser's War Stomp, launching them backward in a bound.
When they hit the water again, Rita did not need to say a word. The other three fish panicked on their own.
They threw everything they had. Buffs that temporarily boosted stats were all dumped into Strength. Ice casters froze the water around the line, trying to build a glacier to drag them down. Others lashed out, hooking random fish passing by to drag more into the mess.
Rita's eyes lit up. "You really are Maple Syrup! Come on, Maple Syrup! Pull a few more in!"
Maple Syrup: "…"
