[Prefect did not come down here hunting after the tiny light in anticipation of fighting something larger than him, let alone something that had fists. At this depth he sees very little, and the blow to his chest, combined with the quick disappearence of the lure, sends him reeling backwards, blind and disoriented.
He slips into the net without even knowing it's there, and panic sets in as he feels it tangle around his limbs. What is he fighting? How big is it? Has it caught him deliberately, or has he merely struck off into some invisible flotsam, lost in the dark sea?
With neither the presence of mind, or the desire to figure out the lisped insult right now, Prefect resorts to his usual tactic when faced with danger, and thrashes his tail as ferociously as he is able.]
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He slips into the net without even knowing it's there, and panic sets in as he feels it tangle around his limbs. What is he fighting? How big is it? Has it caught him deliberately, or has he merely struck off into some invisible flotsam, lost in the dark sea?
With neither the presence of mind, or the desire to figure out the lisped insult right now, Prefect resorts to his usual tactic when faced with danger, and thrashes his tail as ferociously as he is able.]