Nonon dipped the trumpet into the water. From the very depths of her damned soul, she mustered the immense power bestowed upon her as the Drum Major of the President’s Own Marine Band of the United Circles of Hell. And she played her trumpet. Very badly.

A loud squeal rang throughout the Cocytus. Ice cracked and slush slid into the water. Satan turned around.

“What did you do?!”

Nonon took the trumpet out of the water. “I just imitated an orca call,” said Nonon. “No fish in his right mind is gonna come here now!”

“You… you! You. You. YOU.”

“I caught something,” said Banagher.

“You what now?” said Nonon.

The line whizzed away, the handle spun at a dangerous speed. “I uh. I don’t know if I can uh.”

“Lemme try, lemme try,” said Satan. He grabbed the handle and slowly reeled it in. His eyes went wide. “Wait a minute. This is…!”

He gave the rod a final yank. Nonon watched in horror as an orca whale flew through the air and landed on the ice.

- Ragnarust Round 5