Cam reached for his wand from his holster and stayed in a stance. Go to the doooor?! BUT WHAT IF HE WAS GONNA DROOOOWN?
"Prof--," he squeaked in horror when THAT thing stabbed him. Lawson. SHOOOOOT. Cam pointed his wand at a random direction, one towards a grindylow.
"Stupefy!" That was probably one of the only defending-spells he knew, for dark creatures. Blood. EWWWW HE SAW BLOOD. On one little student and the professor.
And what was he to dooo?! He was basically useless throughout the whole situation! Well, he was a good translator but did heeee know how to speak it? Err... well he had to try speaking mm? He glanced at Anna, oh, she was a pretty good screecher. Made his ears hurt she did.
Worth a try to speak some RIGHT? He knew... one phrase. Just... one phrase, one he was PREPARED to do.
SCREECH SCREECHITY SCREEECCCHHH.
EUGUGUH. His throat hurt ALREAADY. Was that the BEST choice of mermish words though?
RUNAWAAAYRUNAWAAY. MEEEP. Water. Getting higher. He needed to GET AWAAY fast. Where was Reese? She could swim him out, RIGHT?