“Um, Mr. Sir!” Bowyetta tried to call out over the noise. “Bowyetta knows not how to be using of- EEK!”

Bowyetta
suddenly found herself pushed halfway down the shadow’s body. She tried
to clamber back up its head, but she wasn’t exactly the best swimmer,
and with Shadow swatting at her it didn’t make things easier…

Without thinking, she slashed at the arm that was swinging at her.

“Oww!”
The arm suddenly retreated back into Shadow’s body. Somehow, she also
seemed to… lose her shape slightly. Bowyetta now found it easier to move
through the metallic substance, and took her place back on her head.

“Mr. Sir! Bowyetta is thinking she is knowing what we must do now!”

“There’s a trigger in the handle! Squeeze it!”

He was having troubles of his own, dangling off a half-severed arm by his pick, trying to swat away other incoming arms. He didn’t even notice that his weight was dragging the pick deeper into the shoulder, until finally it tore through.

The stunned inkblot’s eyes widened as he fell back into the liquid mass, the pick falling to the ground with a clatter.

He emerged next to Bowyetta again.

“Oh, that’s good,” he said, clearly a little dazed. “What is it?”