Lynny landed on something. She could barely move. Her whole body was aching. If that BIG angry fish man thought she was going down so easily, well he was wrong! Beside her was her wand and fallen broomstick. Lynny picked up her wand and was more furious then ever. The trident didn't belong to him, or her, she knew it rightfully belonged to that princess they rescued.

She kind of rolled on her broom and forced herself to sit up on the broom and started to fly back up in the air. Her lip was busted open, her forehead and side bleeding. She didn't care. If she was going to die, it was for a good cause. "I'm not dead yet," she grunted.