He landed in the whale's stomach, a cavernous, pulsating space reeking of digestive fluids. He was not alone. A couple of sharks, the very ones the whale had just eaten, were still alive in its grotesque belly. About 40 of them lunged forward at Samuel, their eyes gleaming in the dark and internal light.
Up, down, right, left...Samuel became a whirlwind of motion, a blur of dark green energy and muscle. He slashed and cut through them, his blade a deadly extension of his will. The whale's stomach acid began to rise, a corrosive tide that stung his exposed skin. It was getting harder to breathe, the atmosphere was thick and acrid. Samuel knew he had to get out, and fast...
Then, with a grim set to his jaw, he activated "Hand of War" once more. The power flowed into him, and with a monstrous effort, he began to gather the scattered, mangled remains of the sharks into a ball of meatball flesh, compressing them with raw force....
