I don't intend to launch myself into orbit, though — there's a bubble of air that erupts from around his snorkeling gear as he scoffs, and a nearly-inaudible waterlogged wahwah sound from his mouth. It could be loosely translated into coward, if she were close enough to hear and spoke fish.

Although, okay, admittedly... that whole display of magic was pretty friggin' cool. Smart use of the ice pyramid situation. Cool water cyclone.

There is one pitfall, which he's sure they both see as the cyclone keeps on cycloning, and he sighs. Pretty obvious what he has to do here, and he's got no more means of tethering himself now than he did two minutes ago, so.

He braces himself. Like, mentally, because physically isn't an option.

Then fires off another sign to counter her cyclone's force, and thrusting him a couple dozen yards backward in the process. Then comes the long, annoying swim back to see if it actually worked.

Hey, you know what? Ain't half bad.

Look freezable to you?