The beast don't even reach him. He feels Dennet hit him and then he's all on stumbling forward.

And there are screams.

He turns back sharp, eyes wide in disbelief. He almost scans the water first, looking for those oh so feared sharks, but it's not that at all, there's just a small thing. Maybe not small for a rat but smaller than a shark. It don't matter though, when teeth have gone piercing the right veins, pulling the wrong flow.

Dennet is flailing-- that ain't good. He grabs the motherfucker to make him still, just long enough to reach the beast, tear it off and free, then turn the fuck around and through it far and hard as he can into the water.

And then there's just seeing what got done. Please not a wound upon the throatstem, he prays.