Water free of bone-shattering rock greets him, plunging deep into its freezing, dark depths - immediately pushed forward by the tide, but not smashed into pieces. It's a win, even if he feels more knocked breathless than he has in weeks, and the salt water seeping into his clothes reminds him that he does, in fact, have a laser projectile burn on his shoulder.

He's under for too long to tell if Jason followed or not, and when he breaks the surface he's hindered for a split-second pushing his face covering away so he can breathe. Something bumps up against him - not a rock, but something alive, solid-massed, and he almost gets a complete thought in worrying if that kid lived or died, and then. Realizes it's not a person.

Whatever it is vanishes, then something else winds near his legs. Eel-like.

A wave tosses him, pulls him down underwater once more. He draws his sword.