He was over the no-man’s land now. One hundred yards and he could drop the fish into the lake. He remained high in the air. He wanted to avoid them, but he had to be close enough to the lake to drop the fish into it.

The air ahead distorted. Crap. So the Yamato could even reach this high up? Shinra swerved out of the way and just barely saved his net from being severed by a swirling vortex of cuts. But his maneuver was useless, the air contorted in yet another dark sphere ahead, and another, and another. Innumerable gouges in space, and each gouge filled with innumerable lacerations. Shinra weaved between the hollows, but there were just too many of them, and his net was too big. One of the cuts nicked the edge of the net and left dozens of fish to fall. Shinra didn’t need to look. The loud SQUELCH told him everything he needed to know.

- Ragnarust Round 2