[Okuyasu should thank the stars Takame's strength was poured almost entirely into survival. When he was pulled down he tried to dig his nails into the thin ice to keep whatever was below him from pulling him down like a wavekin from a pirate's tale. With limited strength he kicked it down, thumping his boot weakly right into whatever was touching him.
He was focused on his upper body strength. But in that focus he noticed the hand that wasn't his come up from the water.
An enemy? Another person, a native? Either way, something to grab onto, though his intent was far from that of a savior. If he had the energy, he would have broken the arm he grabbed and how tight his grip was clearly displayed his power. Regardless of whether Okuyasu was enemy or friend, he still kept moving, pulling himself and Okuyasu out of the lake on his back.
Then unceremoniously threw Okuyasu off of him flat onto the ice just to try and push himself to his knees and cough out the water that made itself at home in his lungs.]
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He was focused on his upper body strength. But in that focus he noticed the hand that wasn't his come up from the water.
An enemy? Another person, a native? Either way, something to grab onto, though his intent was far from that of a savior. If he had the energy, he would have broken the arm he grabbed and how tight his grip was clearly displayed his power. Regardless of whether Okuyasu was enemy or friend, he still kept moving, pulling himself and Okuyasu out of the lake on his back.
Then unceremoniously threw Okuyasu off of him flat onto the ice just to try and push himself to his knees and cough out the water that made itself at home in his lungs.]