The sly bastard knew you would fall for that trap.

The water levels start rising as you scramble to grab your spellbook and get out of there. Fate suddenly decides that you have butterfingers and you drop your book in the water.

Fuck, that was an expensive book…and your only way of escaping the rising tide.

Speaking of escape, your opponent is conveniently standing on a platform headed upwards towards the exit. His laughter echoes as you realized the worst possible thing:

You forgot how to swim.

based on a dream i had last night that made absolutely no sense aside from the fact that I hate dreams where I drown