Dave quickly became nauseated from all the diving and turning. When the other phoenix - Christ, how many of these guys can there be? he thought - came barrelling towards them, and Pseok flew off, he had a few minutes to recover and reorient himself.
Hey, Dave! Can you swim? You're about to learn either way. When I yell, jump off of me. I'll hold off Fisher!
Dave hardly had any time to think about it. All he registered was that Pseok wanted him to jump into the water.
JUMP!
He didn't jump so much as tumble off of Pseok's back, as he hadn't had any time to prepare for a jump. Dave hit the water and sank for a bit, but soon got his bearings and began clumsily swimming to shore. Had he not been fully clothed, it would have been no trouble, but ... at least he was safe.
Fisher, meanwhile, was in a black fury. Somehow he had been ambushed! Not cool.
He whirled his attention upon the newcomer phoenix. In moments he registered that it was Silvia, one of Slade's minions.
Not quite, he amended. She doesn't work for Slade, but he wants her to.
He flew up and away from Silvia, not in an attempt to escape, but to gain some altitude for an effective dive. He should have planned better, he decided. For some reason, taking on this form had dampened his psychic ability, and so he couldn't just Move his opponent or Break her.
So it would be physical. Luckily, he seemed to be a bit faster than Silvia, and had enough time to fly high and go into a dive at her.
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