Steve was well aware that he wasn't doing any real harm to the humans on shore. He knew that from the getgo, not with what he had to work with; he had no real weapons he could use and it was far too close to dry land. It was good thing the humans were busy talking and dodging his projectiles rather than fighting back with those odd and dangerous weapons they were no doubt toting around. As it was, it was a relief when on his next throw he sees the other mer, now completely dry and with two legs, attacking with far more efficiency than he ever could.
And then Steve saw his chance when two of them stepped into the water to get away from the other mer tearing through the humans like a shark teared through a seal. It was still shallow water, but water was where Steve was at home in and where humans with their legs were slower and clumsier. Dropping the last handful of projectiles he's picked up, Steve reared up over the water and dragged them down underneath by their necks, one in each hand. Years ago this wouldn't have been possible but now, a part of Steve was disturbed at how easy it was for him to hold them underwater until they stopped struggling, even with them lashing out with their limbs.
Steve held on their bodies a bit longer after they'd stopped moving just to make sure, then popped his head cautiously out of the water, another projectile back in his hand to see if the other mer needed any more help, or if another one was foolish enough to follow after the two men he'd just drowned. "You alright?" He trilled inquiringly?
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Date: 2016-08-11 10:04 am (UTC)And then Steve saw his chance when two of them stepped into the water to get away from the other mer tearing through the humans like a shark teared through a seal. It was still shallow water, but water was where Steve was at home in and where humans with their legs were slower and clumsier. Dropping the last handful of projectiles he's picked up, Steve reared up over the water and dragged them down underneath by their necks, one in each hand. Years ago this wouldn't have been possible but now, a part of Steve was disturbed at how easy it was for him to hold them underwater until they stopped struggling, even with them lashing out with their limbs.
Steve held on their bodies a bit longer after they'd stopped moving just to make sure, then popped his head cautiously out of the water, another projectile back in his hand to see if the other mer needed any more help, or if another one was foolish enough to follow after the two men he'd just drowned. "You alright?" He trilled inquiringly?