"Row! Row like you're trying to impress a female!" Ren screamed, clutching the sides of the boat as they careened through the muddy water.
Viper and Syris were rowing with superhuman speed, their muscles straining, veins popping in their necks. The pole hit the muck—thud, splash, thud, splash—propelling them forward. But the fish beastmen were faster.
They were torpedoes of gray slime. They breached the water like dolphins from hell, shrieking their high-pitched war cry.
Screeee!
A webbed hand slammed onto the gunwale. Then another. Then three more.
