There was still so much going on. Despite that, Lakota’s words that she barked at him rang loudly in the stallion’s ears, and Apollo’s head snapped towards his Grey-sister with uncertainty. He wanted to help, but by the looks of it alone and with her capable magic, she was handling the situation quite nicely. With a curt nod of his head, forelock swaying gently against the crystalline gem of his horn, the overo turned on his haunches and bound straight into the water, searching madly for Phaedra.

He caught sight of the tentacles of the Kracken, waving in the air, and his honey-brown eyes watched as two of the coiling appendages moved forth, catching their white-wolf ally as well as the other three that had attempted to kill them. A flash of concern rose in his breast, but before the sea-monster could drag Lupus into the depths of the ocean and to a watery grave, the tentacles paused, then promptly set the white wolf back onto the safety of the shore. A relieved breath escaped the horned stag’s throat, as he didn’t wish any harm to come of the wolf who had helped them.

His concern, however, was short-lived and he pushed off the ground, wading further into the ocean, eyes searching to and fro for Phaedra’s missing form. “Phae!” He cried out, disregarding his previous fear of water to the new, very real, fear of losing the earthly Pegasus he had come to love. If he lost Phaedra, if she was killed and he had been helpless to stop it… Apollo didn’t know what he’d do.

Yet, almost as soon as he had waded into the deeper part of the water, so that the waves caressed his chest, he heard the Kracken’s voice boom once more in his mind.

’Thank you for the wolves. Here is your golden-one…’

Apollo’s worry-filled eyes spotted what was going on, seeing that one tentacle was delicately pushing Phaedra’s body closer to them. With a gasp, he trudged through the waves, tail matted and mane clinging in ungainly strands to his neck, uncaring of the close proximity he was putting himself at with the tentacle. “Phaedra!” He gasped in relief upon spotting her, but his alarm didn’t lessen. Coming to a stop before the unconscious mare, the black and white stallion’s nostrils flared, taking in her musky scent. She looked beautiful, even locked away in the depths of her mind, but it would be impossible to tell if she was injured or not until she was awake, and on dry land. “We… We need to get her onto shore, onto dry land… Thank you, so much.” Apollo’s words were careful, but true. The water-dweller could have easily just let Phaedra drown, but instead, he helped her to the surface. No longer was he an enemy, but an ally, perhaps one of the greatest that he could hope for having given the situation.

Turning his head towards the other two upon the beach, he called them over. “Hurry! We need to get her to shore!”

[OOC: Summary: Apollo leaves the beach and goes into the water, to where Phaedra is, and can’t move her alone, so waits for Lakota and Lupus to help.]

I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill."