[It's only a minute or so before the fish in Stephen's hands twitches and reanimates, fatal wound and all. Its gills work frantically on reflex, breathing nothing. A faint, ghostly light shines from under its scales.
It doesn't bite. Its eyes roll towards the stairwell end of the hall, where a man in black armor is striding across the surface of the water as if it was stone-solid, leaving behind a trail of floating rime.]
spam!
It doesn't bite. Its eyes roll towards the stairwell end of the hall, where a man in black armor is striding across the surface of the water as if it was stone-solid, leaving behind a trail of floating rime.]
Throw it in.