Vega- Swimming

Drew and Vega were already in the water before the Maelstrom had unleashed her surprise attack. Both were transformed, the Shark’s powerful body propelling the Wolf through the waves, heading straight for the predatory dreadnought. The murky twilight and turbulent sea gave the two Werelords plenty of cover as they approached the flagship. Drew gripped the Wereshark’s mighty dorsal fin, his clawed fingers digging into the tough, gray flesh for dear life. His sword, Moonbrand, trailed in his wake, safely ensconced in its scabbard, the enchanted blade’s weightlessness providing no hindrance to their passage. Vega was swimming at a rate unlike anything Drew had imagined. The Werewolf gasped for air as they powered on, snatching lungfuls before being once again submerged. Suddenly, they were alongside the barnacle-encrusted hull of the floating fortress.

B6 P1 C6