I'm a Stingray?

The fine grouper was swift to turn around. And obviously she didn't shy away from asserting her own type of dominance.

She charged towards the enemy who bit her, but this time she didn't plan to use her powers.

Instead she bashed her own head against the enemy's. Which in exchange forced a dust-cloud to puff up.

The grouper was truly a tough woman, so such a result wasn't exactly shocking. Her explosive speed was of true aid as well.

Osira completely obliterated the enemy with just a head-butt, and was eager to chase another one of these bastards down.

But yet the pain that was isolated on her tail, continued to grow irritable. It felt as if something stabbed her over and over, and each tick of pain surely forced the lady to flinch.

She did not know what to do about this dilemma, but it was the best idea to ignore it for now. There were quite a few more enemies to kill.

The entire group had joined in the battle, and surely the great-white shark in their team was the one who delivered the most damage!

He charged from one end of the battlefield to the other, and bit through every enemy that stood on his path.

Half of his targets managed to slip away due to size differences, but this young shark still managed to contribute enough.

As for Timothy, he actually bit through a couple of these enemies thanks to pure spite!

Such a gesture was perhaps over-done, but it was not like these enemies had any feelings. And from the looks of it, it was impossible for them to have pain-receptors too.

So the young hero continued to rage across the battle, and figured that it was the best time to try out the new abilities that he had bought.

His eyes locked with an enemy who boldly approached from his left side.

Such bravery coming from the opposition had to be tamed, it would be good if it was shamed even.

So Timothy focused on this particular green-fish and felt ready to shout out a command.

"Soul snare!" He hollered quite like a wet sea-dog.

And that was when he expected quite a show to pop up in front of his eyes.

The term 'soul powers' seemed beyond fancy, so necessarily he expected such an aura to be visually appealing too.

But contrary to expectations, he just felt a strong strike against his heart. Its impact was strong enough to be confused with pain, but no he wasn't under any discomfort!

Instead the hero acknowledged that he had gained a brief control over the enemy's soul.

The knock-like effect from earlier was caused once their souls linked together. It was perhaps dramatic, but at least it proved assuring.

After the hero gained control of the enemy, he decided to unleash some torment.

He forced the enemy's body to take a sharp turn upwards. This change in direction was quite violent, so naturally it had a few tag-along effects.

The first one was disorientation. The enemy's tail stopped working due to the sudden shift, so necessarily its body just twirled across the waters like a defective boomerang!

And as it roamed across the waters for a few meters, that same enemy's body slowly shattered.

Unsurprisingly that same body eventually turned into a dust-cloud.

Yet Timothy was still a bit confused, so he mumbled. "How are these fish that easy to kill? This is fun!"

[You almost broke that one in half. It's no surprise that gravel-like fish don't have a spine to support such rough turns,]

"Aha!" He sighed loudly, because for once he fully understood what the system meant.

Afterwards he celebrated, "This soul power thing is stronger than I thought!"

A blink later, he eyed yet another enemy and chose to follow along with the same procedure.

The joy of battle got him captivated to the extent where the boy became clueless of most surroundings.

An enemy got painfully close to the boy, and Timmy only acknowledged such a bastard's presence once some damage had been dealt!

One of these dark-coloured fish had bitten him right on the top-end of his left fin, and surely the pain was worth focusing over!

There wasn't a wound to be spoken of, and the system didn't notify about any health-loss either; yet the pain would shake even the toughest soldiers awake!

Just what was going on stood beyond him, but the hero didn't plan to be so merciful either.

He peeked at the enemy, and put his reflexes into work just to inflict his own type of damage!

As he curled backwards like a spooked elderly person, the young man's tail pushed forward.

Such struggle has helped him further escape from the enemy's toothless jaws, but the counter attack wasn't done just there.

The hero hollered with all of his power, "Grey-tail!"

And that was when his two-foot long tail, tripled in size and swung right against this bastardous combatant.

Although the grey-features of this power move behaved like a club upon first impact ~ this marvelous weaponry eventually punctured through the enemy's chest!

At first glance a one-foot long and slightly chubby enemy, seemed like enough of a combatant; but this fool was simply powerless to resist.

Timmy's marvelous tail forced this bastardous creature, to transform into nothing but a cloud of dark dust!

Now all he had to worry about was the irrational pain that enveloped his fin... it was surely difficult to understand the concept behind such discomfort.

But it did not render him immobile, so he targeted another one of these foul fish, and charged towards them with a noticeably faster speed.

Ironically, pain made him swim faster for once; and he sure as hell aimed to become a hunch more violent than usual towards the opponents!

That aside; his friends had put in an equal amount of work, if not more. They caused dust-clouds left and right, so necessarily it was only a matter of time before this battle ended for good!