"Haha!" A sharp, grating laugh mixed with the sound of bone spears clashing.
Several young males were competing in biting and stabbing in the puddle, causing scales and armor to fly.
A fishman with algae spikes on its back viciously stabbed a bone spear into its companion's shoulder socket, splattering filthy green blood, which elicited shrill cheers from around.
On the throne made of decayed rock, the bone crown on the fishman leader's forehead gleamed faintly. He watched the fight below, chuckling with a low mumble.
This was his second favorite form of entertainment; his first was naturally slaughtering those upright-walking apes.
Suddenly, a faint "click" sound came, though very subtle, it was still captured by the fishman's ear fin.
The leader frowned and was about to turn his head when he saw the originally flowing tide suddenly become stagnant in a crack in the rocks.
Boom!!!
