I'm a Stingray?

"Because she stole my picnic snacks." The orange fish answered, sarcasm as if her second name.

"Oh, good reason." Timmy answered back, in all aspects unable to understand the sass.

Thankfully able to speak the stinger language properly, she assured. "No! I came here to protect you!"

At that same second, the beast of an anglerfish raged across the water, right between them and aiming for the blue dotted sea disk.

Thankfully more observant of his surroundings right now, especially since the dizziness wore off just a hunch more, not to mention the effects of the holy protection.

He jerked those yellow fins downwards and lunged his body up, trying to avoid the enemy. But that wasn't enough, so he had to flap them fins a few more times just to get away from the torpedo-like monster.

Escaping the enemy but sadly unable to land a blow, he turned around and shouted out. "Why are you angry? I won fair and square!"

"You killed my entire tribe!" The humpback shouted as she took a sharp U turn to seek out the enemies once more.

At that moment he saw the blacktipped grouper approach, uttering. "She won't reason with us. Any bright ideas?"

Recalling just how hard it was to kill an enemy smaller than this one, he answered. "Uh... survive?"

And then the old hag dashed across the water, right in between them. At that second, it was every fish for themselves because this pair split in two directions in order to avoid certain doom.

A bit disoriented once more because of the enemy's momentum spinning the boy like a frisbee, he managed to find the orange fish and recalled an idea, screaming it out. "The back! Bite the back if you can, it's her weak spot!"

Unable to understand how this boy's mind works, the one and only lady orange fish answered. "How am I supposed to bite that old fat ass' back? You see how fast she is, right?"

"Would you rather fight her all day? She won't go down!" Tim answered and felt a slight pain on his fin, then realized what caused it.

He had been pretty much head butted by the 3 foot wide beast, dragged along the water but thankfully nowhere close to the mouth.

Yet he felt something hard and straight around the bum, at first it was concerning but then he remembered that this enemy had a thingy on her head that made green light.

Flapping his fins, he launched off the lady's head and dug those jaws in that pole of which had dim illumination.

Snap!

Those level 3 jaws were strong enough to dig through and through the bit of flesh, it was about 5 centimetres wide but not strong enough to withstand that pre-meditated attack.

Tim was bashed off balance by that tail after and heard the system announce. [Health, -5 bars.]

And right after he heard the enemy shout, "I will kill you!"

"Kiss my ass water sucker!" Tim shouted back, tad celebrating because of landing a blow strong enough to make the big bad beast cuss again.

And then he charged as far away from the enemy as possible, seeing the red coral with a big circle on top of them, an idea struck his sense of being.

Reaching close enough to the blacktipped grouper who proved more than helpful through these short minutes, he pitched. "Follow me!"

At that point he didn't bother to stop and debate what the plan would be and felt confident enough, due to being already about 30 feet away from the enemy.

Such confidence made him shout, "Niiiaauuuu!" While piercing the water at a not so stunning 3/mph speed.

The orange fish followed after, but she proved faster than the stingray she had aided up until this point, twice as fast really.

Eventually reaching the coral, the blacktipped grouper waited on Tim but could also see the large enemy chasing after him, getting far too close already!

At that moment she thought, "This old hag is crazy fast!"

And therefore carried a point, she had to be going at least 25 mp/h! That's not a speed that any typical fish had, but one gaze at the muscles on her tail would make one understand how such speed was achieved.

Spotting that the enemy had gotten far too close to Tim already, being only 10 or less feet away, a course of action had to be taken.

So the brave hearted orange fish bursted a fart and raged away from her spot, charging directly towards the large enemy.

As he was swimming away, Timmy could feel the raging disturbance through the waters behind him, and managed to estimate that the enemy was just a foot away.

The water itself having more friction out of a sudden, slowing down momentum even, helped the boy get a hunch that the enemy had opened her mouth already.

Bum!

A couple of heads thumbed and the sea pancake's momentum returned back to normal as he made directly towards the coral.

Looking back, he could see the orange fish's belly facing towards the water's surface... that wasn't nearly a good sign.

"Well shit. She's dead!" Tim muffled but decided to put that thought behind quickly as his own ass mattered more than a fish he didn't even recognize.

And afterwards continued with the plan that took root in his pea sized brain a moment ago, blooming it now with a shout. "I'm here, you living fish stick!"

The enemy's route had temporarily been changed due to the collision earlier against the orange fish, she had swam straight upwards all thanks to a fish that was tens of times smaller.

But now... the fearsome enemy charged right towards the coral, Tim was specifically floating over the base on one of these unique corals.

As the anglerfish got exactly 5 feet close, Timmy didn't want to bother waiting any longer. Considering speed, it would be a tremendously horrible idea to try his luck.

The blue dotted dumbass swam right upwards and heard a loud thumb right after, it felt almost like an earthquake as the water itself created a set of underwater waves!