Relieved, Fiona paddled awkwardly after Jack as he led them toward e next bridge. She really was an atrocious swimmer, floundering and panting as she struggled to keep up. The wet fabric of her dress tangling around her body certainly didn't help.
Which was apparently something of an odd advantage, as she was too far back when the net dropped on Jack to be caught in it.
Shit shit shit!
She grabbed for the weighted rope, first struggling to tug it off, but she could barely keep herself afloat. That wasn't working.
One thing she could try then.
"Jack, go under!" she gasped, the only warning she could manage before she pursed her lips and blew a thin stream of white-hot flame onto the netting.
The wet rope didn't burn easily, but dragonfire was a force to be reckoned with. She kept it up as long as she could, until she had a hole big enough for a grown human to fit through.