"You know, I've had just about enough of you talking to my girlfriend like that." Mason cracks his neck from side to side and then slams his hands into the ground.
Energy crackles, and a wave of pure white stone rises up, solidifying with multiple transmutations to encase all but Moray's head in a pillar of salt.
"Now I know you guys live in seawater, but I'm willing to bet that much salt isn't going to do an aquatic creature any good." He walks up, placing a hand on the breathing apparatus Moray is wearing. "Are you going to stop, or do I have to take it a step further?"
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