Khalia had never seen such odd creatures before. Cleary a distant relative of Elf-kind, but warped and twisted in some bizarre way? These creatures were clearly unfriendly. At least, their demeanours were not those of creatures that wanted a quick rough-and-tumble. These were no Dolphins, these were sharks.<br/><br/><i><b>Kathunk!</b></i>The bolt in her crossbow took the one that was clearly the leader between the eyes.<b><i>Kathunk! </i></b>Another bolt, reloaded with practised ease and twice as fast without water resisting her movement, took down the green skinned creature nearest her.<b><i>Kathunk! </i></b>One more bolt took another of the creatures and she slung the crossbow onto her back.<br/><br/>The heavy steel net that she wore wrapped around her torso spun free in her left hand, the sharpened edges slicing through the flesh and bones of the more incautious of her adversaries, even as the steel trident appeared in her right hand, seemingly out of nowhere.<br/><br/>The fight now became a dance. Gravity weighed her down without the water's buoyancy, but her movements were faster and stronger without the resistance of her natural element. She whirled, stabbed and sliced, and the green-skinned land-sharks began to waver and back off.<br/><br/>Seeing an opening she leaped and ran as fast as she could, skidding to a stop in the cover of the temple entrance beside the pink-skinned, green-haired elf she had seen earlier.