[Salamander]

The sudden loud noise startled Muto, who reeled back in surprise, uttering their own unbecoming croak of alarm. They crashed into the wall behind them, causing a number of ceiling beams to fall on their head. They were submerged momentarily, but quickly shook the debris off, none worse for wear— aside from a pounding headache and an unholy amount of splinters. They grumbled irritably, head half below the water so all that could be heard was a low, muddled garble. Muto was already quite exasperated with the night they were having. They lifted their head slightly and exhaled, at least having calmed down from their adrenaline fueled rage. They glanced around at the damage they had caused, not quite sorry, but rather embarrassed at their immature behavior. They could have easily punctured the ship and left it to drown, but in the heat of it all, they just had to show off. It was then that they became fully aware of their precarious situation. They were still wedged through the crack in the hull, and their long body was twisted uncomfortably through the flooded lower decks. Suddenly extremely self-conscious, Muto side-eyed the cowering human, hoping it wouldn’t notice how terribly stuck they were.