>>5616816The flying tackle catches Carmelita unawares. Who would be crazy enough to do something like that? How would you expect it? A loud splash comes from the two of them crashing into the water. The crew members who were poised to shoot at her find themselves aiming at an empty space on the boat's prow.
The dark waters churn with the close range struggle. Shot full of holes as she is, wind driven by her lungs by the impact of the surface, Carmelita still claws and scratches like a wounded jaguar. But she can't break free quickly, and the violent thrashing uses up what breath she had. She doesn't have the endurance to fight her way out. Chien has more air in his lungs and blood in his body. Sometimes that's all it comes down to.
Without oxygen to fuel itself, even the most defiant brain shuts down. Movement slows, then stops. Her weight starts to sink.
It would be easy, now. Just let go. That's all it would take.
That, or you can drag her ass back to the surface, with a Hard check to fight the burning in your chest as you ascend.
(ETA for next turn is 20 hours)