Zone D -- The Foam

[The Future Warrior]

Her struggles grew more frantic and violent the longer she was in the grip of the shark's meat grinder of a maw. It didn't feel good in the least, and the longer she was caught in it the less good it felt. The teeth couldn't get a solid grip to actually bite down and pierce her skin, but damn if the constant scraping and gnashing was definitely going to leave a lasting ache.

Eventuallly, though, her constant flailing and struggle let her find purchase. One of her fists whipped about, slamming into the great sea predator's eye. There was an unearthly rumbling, grinding noise, and the grasp of the beast's jaws let up. Graowr wasted no time in extricating herself from the (potential) deathgrip, scrambling out and lashing out with one arm to grab hold of the shark's fin as it surged on past her. After that nonsense, she wasn't letting it get away so easily!

Dragged along on its back, in its wake, holding on desperately with one arm, she brought the other one up, and struck. Once, twice, thrice, hammering it with a swift barrage of blows along its side. One struck it in the gills, and another in its other eye. It was really starting to get frantic and anxious now, and started thrashing, twisting and struggling, trying to dislodge its unwanted passenger. It was unsuccessful. She held on stubbornly tight, right until she was dragged under the water again.

A long stream of bubbles flowed along the flooded area, heading straight for the shallower waters of the shoreline, until both giant shark and tiny blue not-alien came exploding out of the surf. The massive sea beast was being hauled up by the tail, and with a slow, lumbering movement, was spun around once...twice...thrice...and four times! before being hurled well back out into the waters, landing with a terrific splash, and leaving Graowr to hit the shallow water, rolling and tumbling along in the briny mush until she came to a stop in a combat-ready crouch, bracing herself with one hand. "Yeah! You better run!" she shouted after the hastily-retreating form of the so-called king of the sea. "Jeeze...the nerve..." she grumbled, getting up to her feet and looking around. "Oh! I made it back to shore!"

Graowr moved from D11 to D7
She is most definitely not paying attention, like the oblivious little shit that she is.