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Quickly establishing a shared depth together, you and the king face off. He is clearly a seasoned warrior and so takes on a fighting stance, but you are a brutish sea monster and so the moment you see an opening you dash for him. Surging through the water, you smash into the king headfirst with a might unmatched, the force of the collision sending shockwaves through the sea. And though he is mighty for a merman, your size and strength is too much that he is rattled within his armor.
Stunning the merman then with your initial charge, you take the chance to grab him and sink your teeth in. Mauling him savagely as a shark, you find some of your teeth to actually break on his armor until eventually you get to his tail which is unprotected. Chomping down and shaking, the king grunts in terrible pain which is good news for you, but instead something comes as a shock to you instead.
<span class="mu-r">"-ngh!"</span>
<span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-i">...is that... divine blood?</span></span>
You know the blood of gods when you taste it, knowing your own for example of course. As the water clouds red from the king you get more than a taste and can tell without a doubt, more than just divinely appointed like common royalty, this old merman has a god for a parent.
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For all the possibilities it could mean to you, all the questions it burns searing into your mind, the realization of the king's lineage causes you to falter for a moment. Long enough for him to recover from your shaking bite, and with his own divine might, drive his gleaming trident into your body. Now it's your turn for the pain, as you yelp in panic and loose the king from your mouth.
<span class="mu-b">"-ARGH!"</span>
Another shock, not so much from the pain itself as much as how easily the trident wounds you. An army of humans could labor for a day and not pierce your hide, yet the king's symbolic weapon pierces you as easily as fish meat. Your own divine blood now contributes to the red cloud engulfing the two of you in the water, and instinctively you try to yank the trident free of you, painfully ripping still more flesh from you with its barbs.
The billowing red from between your fingers where you clutch at the wound causes you to think twice about your battle plan now.
