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You slow down and pull open a bag, wrapping it around your arm. Tamru instinctively holds himself still, and instructs Flynn to do the same. "Why?" Flynn squeaks. "Is something following us?"

Tamru holds up a hand to silence him when you feel it: the electricity of muscle neurons firing off in the distance. You grab the humans and jet off at top speed. They both cling to you as you close in on your prey: a black dragonfish. It lights up in fear and then tries to make an escape, but both actions are useless. In one swift motion, you release the humans, fling your bag over the fish, and pull it tight. Small slits in the bag's weave let out a faint glow.

Flynn starts a coughing fit. "Oh wow, that was so fast. That was not what I was expecting, I just need a moment, my head is swimming."

Tamru swims up to the bag. "Good thinking," he says. "Now we have a second light source." Flynn tries to voice his agreement between his coughs, eventually managing to just give a sickly thumbs-up.