Role Play: Mao

[Megan]

Kyle himself swam pretty decently, plus he wore much lighter clothes so it was a bit easier for him. It did take him a bit to get used to being able to breathe underwater though.

[Kyng]

Nestor, of course, was completely at home underwater. His land-based clumsiness had completely gone - as he swam gracefully and elegantly at the front of the group.

After a couple of hours, they were all completely out of energy; however, Nestor spotted the faint glow of an underwater lantern in the distance.

"There it is... just... a little further..."

[Megan]

“Too far...” Kyle whined. “I’m tired...”

[Enryu]

"Nestor said we are almost there." Vola answered. "You'll be fine."

[Megan]

"But Im tired!" Kyle whined. "I hate swimming...."

[Enryu]

"You can rest once we get there." Vola said. "If you stop here, a shark might get you." she added, for extra motivation.

[Megan]

Kyle tilted his head. "Shark? What's a shark?" he asked.

[Enryu]

"Never mind." Vola said. "Just keep going, it can't be much further."

[Megan]

Kyle sighed frowning. “No one ever tells me anything...”

[Kyng]

"Don't worry..." Nestor insisted, as he whipped out his trident. "I can fight off sharks if I have to... they hate pointy things... just like you, you know..."

But then, Nestor had a crafty idea. He snuck around behind Kyle, and pointed the trident at him, to spur him on...