This clever strategy being agreed upon by all, the adventurers, one by one, make their way across the swaying wooden bridge, its surface made slippery by fungal growths and the increasingly frenzied agitation of the water.
It is perhaps surprising that the bold man of arms and the wily Gypsy should happen to lose their footing, whilst the scholar and the enchanter make their way to safety. Such are the whims of the Fates. Let us hope that Atropos does not wield her shears.
The unfortunate pair are able to swim out of the black water, but not before an unseen something thrashes at them from below.
Fortunately, whatever it is that attempted to strike at William and Lepus just barely missed them; so closely did its attack come, in fact, that both men felt something touch their bodies, although they were, understandably, too much concerned with reaching dry land to spend much time meditating upon the exact nature of said experience.
Still in an apparent state of blind rage, Gog makes his way over the slime-covered bridge, sending it rocking and swaying in a most alarming manner.
As soon as he sets one giant foot upon the bridge, it collapses with the sound of many trees falling, sending him into the dark water, soon lost to sight. He emerges a moment later, engaged in a strange battle.
The adventurers observe Gog feebly attempting to beat his fists against what appears to be the head of something between fish and serpent, whose fangs are embedded in the giant's arm.
Although the big fellow roars with pain, his injury does not appear at all serious, there being no blood flowing from his flesh.
