The gigantic stonefish and golden ribbon eel moved on the wave like they were dancing rather than fighting. The only thing that gave away that they were fighting were the hostile sounds and splashes of blood that colored the water every now and then.
My mind was screaming to run from here but my feet remained glued on the road as I watched horrified with eyes wide open. The disaster detector went wild inside my head. A level five at least, or perhaps even higher, if that was possible. The wave swept over me, I had almost drowned, completely unprepared for the situation. I coughed vigorously trying to throw up the sea water I had swallowed. I had been carried away towards the guardrail on the other side of the road.
My bicycle was somewhere I couldn’t see. Not that I could remember at the
