Luna surged forward but without a proper shift she couldn't give me much.
I went under a second time.
Then something grabbed my arm. Hard and certain and completely without hesitation.
I broke the surface gasping, coughing water, and found myself being dragged toward the bank by someone already completely soaked.
We landed on solid ground together, both of us breathing hard, both of us dripping.
I pushed the wet hair from my face and looked at who had just pulled me out.
Fidel.
He was flat on his back beside me staring up at the sky, chest heaving, his training clothes soaked through and water streaming from his hair down his face.
"You followed me." I said, still catching my breath.
"Good thing I did." He replied, still looking at the sky.
I didn't have anything to say to that.
