In the chaos, it didn't even know where it got bitten, pain piercing through its body like a bone-chilling cold. The Water Ghost couldn't bother with anything else, just buried its head and fled through the deliberately left gap, then it realized it had been tricked.
The flood had widened the original riverbed considerably, and the Water Ghost only realized something was wrong when it was driven to the shallows.
As soon as it went ashore, it would lose its advantage in the water, greatly reducing its power and get beaten. It turned around, looking for a chance to escape, only to be smacked ashore by a wall of water that hit head-on!
Its mind buzzed, and a phrase suddenly rang in its head: each new wave is higher than the previous one, leaving the first wave stranded on the beach.
To think of myself, a dignified Water Ghost stirring up storms counted as a fierce ghost. Yet, I was overturned in this gutter!
