167 Underwater

"Let's go," Elero said as she and Thomas approached Doevm and Frey. Large, dark shadows darted in the thick white fog behind them. The wet slaps of flesh against the mud and water grew louder by the second. Louder than that, however, were the army's thunderous croaks. Doevm let Frey hobble towards one of the Amphiboard, wincing when the giant fell right off of it. Thomas's unstable legs couldn't keep him balanced either. Elero scrunched up her lips. "Maybe we can carry you two and pull your Amphiboards from behind?" She looked over to Doevm, who shook his head.

"The Amphiboard can just barely hold Frey by himself, let alone two people." He glanced over to the deep craters the Bullfrog made. "And around this kind of season, just before winter, they get especially voracious. They won't let anything go."