<em>Creatures like this generally can have two sets of drives.  As creatures of the water element, they wish to guard the seas, protect the ocean, maintain how life should be under it's waters.  They are jealous and angry about fire and protect their own.  However, in a place like this it may currently be bound by something.  It seems odd to you that it would attack you AFTER you left the water, there's likely something pulling it's strings or somehow holding it's control.  It may be that it would be willing to betray whoever controls it, but you'll need to find leverage first (you may already have it, just need to make it clear!), some promise, leverage, or thing you can offer it to do what you want.</em><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/40/56/c1/4056c11b59b9803f259741395927f2b8.jpg)</div>The Guardian lumbers forward toward the beach, towering as water sloshes off of it's form, giving it more visible definiton and shape.  The monstrous elemental is far larger than one would expect this close to land (though smaller than many that can be seen in the middle of the ocean) and it stands fully high enough in the waves that it's lean stomach is lined up with the top of Lorelei's while standing.  It seems to shift, dragging itself forward, urging itself into shallower water which seems to be a struggle.<br/><br/>The form now more fully visible, it is enormous and masculine, though not fully humanoid.  It's arms reach far further than they should, hanging down into the water even as the water moves from waist down to knee depth.  It's body is formed of waves and rushing water, its head slightly oblong and showing only a facsimile of rage.  Hanging down now visible is another feature, a cock that would be hefty even if he weren't double the height of humans that dangles crafted of the sea.  It pauses for a moment to that response, the careful words and respectful tone enough to bring pause.<br/><br/>"HE CARES NOT WHY YOU ARE HERE," the voice bellows as he shakes his head, stepping forward to even shallower water, the sea only up to his calves.  "THIS PLACE IS CLOSED TO INTERLOPERS. GIVE YOURSELF UP AND I WILL BRING YOU TO HIM, ELSE I CAGE YOU MYSELF."  There is definite regret in his voice as he says this last, a hesitation, a boiling, roiling anger.