Now that they were swimming, Slygotha made little Trogdor swim too. She didn't want to give him any special advantage because of his awkward nature, she just didn't want him flying into the trees, so swimming was much safer. Even with the crocodiles, Trogdor was probably safer in the water. Slygotha slipped under the surface, her third eyelid a clear window into the murky water, wisps of acid not fully contained dissipating like a thin mist around her in the depths. Fish and frog alike fled with fervor, and all the animals that could flee to land did so in a panicky exodus. Tucking her wings in, she spread her webbed toes, gliding like a Leviathan through the waters, watching for anything that caught her attention as she followed Reaper. Gugol, Nidhogg, and Trogdor tucked in their wings, looking like black sinewy crocodiles as they swam.