Perhaps it had already given up, and was merely lashing out in pure instinct. Nemo leapt forward again, but scrambled away when it seemed to sense her coming, bearing its open mouth at her, the white of its eyes almost entirely red. She wrinkled her nose at it and snarled. Clearly it hadn't given up just yet, but perhaps it was too weak to make the last-ditch attempt back to the ocean.
Trying to create a better opportunity for Tasik, Anemone mock lunged at it, keeping its attention hopefully long enough for him to inflict a worse wound to the beast.
