[It's like fighting the fucking Nomu but there's an endless number of them. Bakugou adjusts his grip on the trident and leans forward, kicking through the water in a flurry of orange fins to propel into the sea once more. Not going to dwindle their numbers floating here commenting on it.] We're going back to the boats. If there are any stragglers, they'll be coming our way on arrival.
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