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////Lakebed event: Shark man boss. Lakebed events are from having gills and using the option to swim instead of boat.
////Requires having encountered sharks. Rare to encounter, much more likely if you\PYZsq{}ve heard from Izma about shark men.
A [i:clang] reverberates through the water, piquing your interest. Your gills can practically taste the sex of the sharks scattered about the lake, and whatever that sound was is definitely shark territory. Naturally, you are curious, but checking that out is undoubtedly dangerous.
[Investigate] [Leave]
///Leave. \PYZdq{}Better not risk it.\PYZdq{}
Maybe another time you\PYZsq{}ll feel more up to it, but that time isn\PYZsq{}t now. You swim in the direction [i:away] from that noise, eventually finding nothing more to capture your attention before the shore is in sight.
///Investigate \PYZdq{}You knew the world was dangerous before you ever crossed the portal.\PYZdq{}
Chasing down the source of the clanging, you soon find yourself twisting your body around and under large, coral\PYZhy{}encrusted roots to evade shark\PYZhy{}girls. While they aren\PYZsq{}t major threats on their own, you won\PYZsq{}t get very far fighting every one you come across. Luckily, they seem less attentive than usual.

[bi:Clang.] Louder this time. But as you peek out from another bunch of roots, you find yourself directly in the face of a shark\PYZhy{}girl! She jolts back a little, her silver locks floating up and about as if to emphasize her shock. Casting your gaze down at the root, you see she was driving a pick of some sort into the cloudy\PYZhy{}pink coral\PYZhy{}\PYZhy{}is it coral?\PYZhy{}\PYZhy{}before you interrupted.

It appears she might speak, but then both of you are caught off\PYZhy{}guard by what sounds like an underwater [i:roar], followed by the gnashing of metal. From some crevice nearby, a large and muscular shark\PYZhy{}man rushes, swimming with ever\PYZhy{}increasing speed directly at you. In a split\PYZhy{}second decision, you push off against the roots to gain distance while the shark\PYZhy{}girl elects to hide under it instead. The mad shark\PYZhy{}man collides with the dense plant\PYZhy{}flesh moments later, sending sand, rocks, and other debris around.

The dust settles, and he spots you.
/////FIGHT THE DILF. Indifferent on the design so far.
You are fighting Obed Marsh.
Hulking with power, the shark man ahead of you is at least [if (metric) \PYZob{}a hundred and eighty centimeters|six feet\PYZcb{}] tall, covered in gray and white skin, with a frazzled head of silver hair. Adorning his well\PYZhy{}toned form are tattoos and accessories, with the most lavish\PYZhy{}looking charm being a ruby\PYZhy{}encrusted ring around one of his dual cocks. You might hazard a guess that he\PYZsq{}s in his fifties, but age hardly diminishes him. He is armed with a broken chain.
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