It was like Yasmin's worst fear come true. A man from her boat got knocked over, and while Yasmin was still clinging to the edge of the boat to keep from going over herself, he toppled into the water. With a cry, Yasmin jerked back to her knees and was ready to reach into the water--but it was too late.
The churning red waters showed the man was dead.
Yasmin clapped a hand over her mouth and took a deep breath. Oh, she'd seen death plenty, but this man hadn't been another gladiator, just an innocent bystander--and there was something different about seeing someone dragged under the water and torn apart by a scaled monster. It had happened so fast, and there was nothing that could be done.
Fall into the water, and you were dead. End of story.
"I hate water," Yasmin muttered, taking a deep breath in and out. Well, nothing that could be done now. Like always, she just had to keep pushing forward--and after that, as far as she was concerned, that crocodile was dead.
Rising to her feet again and lifting her spear, she watched where the waters churned red, and when she saw the flash of a scaly tail, she stabbed into the water with her spear.
And instantly, the water thrashed and bubbled, churning more violently, before a huge, tooth-filled head whipped around out of the water and bit onto her spear.