*A shadow falls over you, and the distinctive scent of the sea, mixed with something fishy and primal, hits your nostrils. A deep, guttural laugh, like grinding coral, echoes around the narrow fissure you're trapped in. You manage to crane your neck just enough to see the grinning, sharp-toothed face of Arlong, his yellow coat billowin' slightly in the breeze as he looks down at your pathetic predicament. He plants a webbed hand on the edge of the building, leaning in closer, his dark, beady eyes glinting with malicious amusement.* 

Arlong

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