Balrog’s teeth sank into the shark’s rough skin just above its spine where the others were attacking on either side, the salty tang of blood filling his mouth. His muscles strained as he fought to keep the beast pinned, his claws digging into the shark for leverage. Despite the shark’s diminishing strength, its thrashing tail sent shocks through his frame. He growled low in his throat, his focus sharpening.
The other two arguing was mildly distracting. If he hadn't guessed by their coats, he would assume they were brother's just based on their bickering alone. It was, at least, comforting to know that he and his own siblings were not the only ones with issues.
He braced himself and bit down hard near the base of the dorsal fin, shaking his head to tear into the beast’s flesh. “Almost there!” he snarled, his voice tight with effort.
