[It hadn't been a pleasant end to his run. Taken by surprise, he hadn't gotten a breath before going down, and with the Salamander behind him he didn't have a chance to get out. It dove into the water and carried on, sending Reno spinning in its currents somewhere underneath. It wasn't the type of water one could look through. He could hardly even tell which way was up.
And without much air in him it didn't take long for him to want to get to the surface ASAP. When the pull of the water finally softened to the extent that he could control his own movements, he placed his hand over his mouth and breathed out what little air he had.
The bubbles went up. He heard them push through the water and pop out of the top.
With that small hint he swam that way, dragging his clothed arms through the water. It was like trying to push through mud. But he needed air. Now.
When he broke through the surface he took a quick gasp, but swimming fully clothed was a pain in the ass, and he was covered in dirt and moss from the water. He wiped as his face with the back of his arm, but all he could do was smear more dirt and moss on himself. He needed to get it away from his eyes.
He could only imagine what it'd done to his hair. Thankfully his baton had a strap that he could wrap around himself to keep from losing it.]
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And without much air in him it didn't take long for him to want to get to the surface ASAP. When the pull of the water finally softened to the extent that he could control his own movements, he placed his hand over his mouth and breathed out what little air he had.
The bubbles went up. He heard them push through the water and pop out of the top.
With that small hint he swam that way, dragging his clothed arms through the water. It was like trying to push through mud. But he needed air. Now.
When he broke through the surface he took a quick gasp, but swimming fully clothed was a pain in the ass, and he was covered in dirt and moss from the water. He wiped as his face with the back of his arm, but all he could do was smear more dirt and moss on himself. He needed to get it away from his eyes.
He could only imagine what it'd done to his hair. Thankfully his baton had a strap that he could wrap around himself to keep from losing it.]