Bruce is really, just beyond not in the mood for this, especially when he realizes that the massive, horrifying-looking eel creature is aiming for his left side, where the monster in the fog bit him. He hazards a well-informed guess that he is now a beacon for like kinds - drags his left hand up by his chest, and then as soon as the thing opens its great, spine-filled mouth to strike, he jams his blade into it, and out the other side, slicing its head and brain open.

There's an unearthly ear-splitting shriek as it dies, thrashing, and Bruce is thrown again. At least it's not further under this time - his sword skids a few feet away from him on the surface and sinks, but returns to his hand when he reaches for it. (Compliments to Meg's hammer.)

Face uncovered, hovering head and shoulders out of the bloody water in the push-and-pull of the tide, he looks around for Jason. There's a low, screeching sound getting closer; probably more of those things. They're going to have to get to the cliff face without getting crushed, and crawl along the side to the shore. Swimming is no longer an option.