[Gravity is pulling at him in that familiar way he knows like the back of his hand. Not yet.
Sharpedo bursts out of the water and the world feels like it slows down. He reacts on instinct, twisting out of the way as his right arm comes up. He passes so close to his opponent that droplets of water land on his back.
But the angle isn’t right to knock him out of the sky. He pulls up before he would have hit the surface. He glides over the water so close to it he could skim his claws through the surface tension. A plan forms in his head. By now if it were him he would spot his opponent is attempting to bait him.
He has to act as if Archie and by extension Sharpedo know that. He pulls up, sacrificing some speed to be a little further up. ]
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Sharpedo bursts out of the water and the world feels like it slows down. He reacts on instinct, twisting out of the way as his right arm comes up. He passes so close to his opponent that droplets of water land on his back.
But the angle isn’t right to knock him out of the sky. He pulls up before he would have hit the surface. He glides over the water so close to it he could skim his claws through the surface tension. A plan forms in his head. By now if it were him he would spot his opponent is attempting to bait him.
He has to act as if Archie and by extension Sharpedo know that. He pulls up, sacrificing some speed to be a little further up. ]