An expression of confidence left Syl's face in an instant as her footing vanishes and she began to plummet. The conditions of the trial flashing through her mind before her feet hit the water. " Water shall be a prison, and air it's key."<br/><br/>Syl looked about as her downward momentum slowed to a crawl, spotting the creature rushing up from the depths she started to pump her legs as hard as she could. She wasn't the swiftest swimmer by froggen standards, but was no slouch compared to the non-aquatic races. Stan was a bit in front of her, having landed closer to the platform, she caught his gesture, and reached out her hand, concentrating as hard as she could, she sent forth a strand of ectoplasm toward the ladder hoping to speed their retreat. Her other hand grasped a small sharp dagger in a reverse grip, she wouldn't go down without a fight.