[Huh. That sure was pretty anticlimactic? He (and apparently everyone else) had thought Gogol to be made of something more durable. But in hindsight they probably should've seen this coming - Gogol had been relying solely on his stupid coat during their fight. So it only makes sense that without it he's nothing but a misplaced weirdo in a clown suit.
Anyway, they don't have much time to linger on the morality of their actions. The tide is rising, bringing grisly souvenir with it. The grim, decaying hands reaches up to him, successfully grabbing on his ankle and pulling him back on down -- probably aiming to take him underwater. The hold is surprisingly strong, feeling more like a sharp shackle than a grip, burning despite his outfit covering all of his body.]
-- Fuck!! [He growls, trying to reach for his displaced sword.]
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Anyway, they don't have much time to linger on the morality of their actions. The tide is rising, bringing grisly souvenir with it. The grim, decaying hands reaches up to him, successfully grabbing on his ankle and pulling him back on down -- probably aiming to take him underwater. The hold is surprisingly strong, feeling more like a sharp shackle than a grip, burning despite his outfit covering all of his body.]
-- Fuck!! [He growls, trying to reach for his displaced sword.]