Alucard maneuvered a good distance away, and the orca crashed into the water near his boat. Now being able to handle the rod one-handed, he swatted the Lethe’s droplets away with his hat, placed it back on, and reeled again.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA! IS THIS ALL YOU CAN DO? IS THIS TRULY THE BEST THAT COMMERCIAL FISHING HAS TO OFFER?”

The rest of Satan’s line was unraveling fast. He had no other choice— he tossed aside his broken rode and grabbed by the line.

“FOOL!” Alucard reeled faster. The line sliced through Satan’s fingers, down to the very bone. And the fishing line didn’t have the mercy to stop there.

“AaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

“YES. LET ME HEAR YOUR SCREAMS! YOUR PITCH IS MAGNIFICENT, YOU COULD EVEN COMMUNICATE WITH THIS DOLPHIN HERE.”

Satan hissed between his teeth. “It’s not a dolphin. It’s a whale.”

“ORCAS ARE DOLPHINS!”

What Alucard just said hurt even more than the fishing line digging at his bone. But Satan couldn’t protest now, not when his mouth could be used in pursuit of catching this damn fish. He bit down on the line. It grinded against his enamel— but Satan had a very good dentist. The line slowed ever so slightly, and Satan reached up and pulled a segment of line back. The endeavor was exhausting. His muscles screamed in cacophony with his bones, and his mouth, there wasn’t a single part of him that didn’t feel like dying. He suddenly felt very cold.

- Ragnarust Round 2