In the night, we feel so alive

Like a phosphorate phantom bent on revenge Ellara ran through the water!
She took on one of his attackers, he flailed at his other attacker trying to pin him down. Trying not to swallow or snort in the glowing waters. He held his breath as he pushed, his back legs shot up to destabilize his opponent but they dodged it! He wrapped his arm around the leg holding him down but his strength was waning as his reserves of oxygen reached critical levels.

Suddenly he was released and his name was shouted over the water. He pulled himself from the would-be glowing grave with a sputtering cough. Weakened and wheezing he charged through the shallows with his head lowered.
"Move!" He rasped loudly for Ellara to avoid him. His pronged antlers speared into the slaver's neck and sliced the jugular. He lifted the new carcass up into the air making a rain of blood fall into the water as he arched the body over him with an immense force.
It landed a leap away like a bag of wet sand.

Done. Defeated.
His legs shook as he coughed and swallowed. She shook his pelt clear of the nerves.

"Good. Safe. You're safe." He stammered as he forded the waters back toward the shore. Avoiding the body on the beach. He panted and coughed again. A good fight. Well done.

"Eltrys"