[ Kuro feels the draw of the hands beneath the water, and the hand still grasping one of her blades casts it aside. It skids across the poolside tile as she wraps both her hands around Dewey's leg, as tight as she can. Maybe at least she can keep the two of them from being drawn even deeper down.
But—she knows they can't win like this. If they try to just hold on, all of them will be pulled down and drown. She digs her heels in to the tile she's crouched above; as much as she can, she heaves her weight back, putting with all the strength she can muster into her body as she tries to yank Dewey back above the surface of the water. If she can feel herself making headway against the undertow, she might even begin to rise up from her squatted posture. ]
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But—she knows they can't win like this. If they try to just hold on, all of them will be pulled down and drown. She digs her heels in to the tile she's crouched above; as much as she can, she heaves her weight back, putting with all the strength she can muster into her body as she tries to yank Dewey back above the surface of the water. If she can feel herself making headway against the undertow, she might even begin to rise up from her squatted posture. ]