Green veins
Tim swam forward for a few more meters, before he unleashed another wall of fire within the waters. He still didn't understand how his fireballs were water resistant, but as long as they did what they were supposed to, he did not question their mysterious nature. He used the fire's collective, wall-like results to eradicate the things that had threatened him, and he succeeded as a result, he won the battle.
“That should be the last of them,” He mumbled, “I spun my tail like it was some fucking helicopter blade! Spun it longer than I wanted to… I didn't even know that my thin ass tail could get so exercised.”
The things that he was saying were as horrendous as ever, but this time, he said them with the pretext of irritation. He was irritated, because he felt worn down and still hungry, and overall really challenged. He had enough reasons to excuse the nonsense that he just spewed.