shark bait

Davey takes a swat from the beast's tail, the force more than enough to leave his shoulder with a nasty bruise. At least it comes away with a few porcupine quills to the neck, rat fuck. Snarling and bristling, he's quick to move up the beast's body. Intense stare fixed on the beast instead of the other boy-- bitchass, he'd deal with that later. There's bigger, and literal, fish to fry.

Tide's words sting in his ears, but Davey won't let his brother have the last word. "Do you ever stop trying to get yourself killed?" Was he gaslighting the boy he'd tried to drown more than once? Shh. Shut up. No one here has the context to know that.

Moving up the beast's body, he too, sinks his teeth into its gills. Attack the sensitive area, rip and tear and shred. Already in the shallows, the shark is beginning to lose strength. Moving weakly, the thrashing is starting to subside. It doesn't stop the onslaught, though. Not yet. Davey won't let up until its dead.

"speech"