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The door opens to a muddy, tree lined bank. The lake waves make plopping sounds as they lap against the shore and the air is filled with the sounds of insects and lake birds.

It's secluded enough, the tree line dark and save for the floating bits of wreckage not far off shore the waters are empty. Dusk is nearing and it is cool but not cold yet.

When Hellboy steps through the door he sinks to the tops of his boots in the soft mud. Looking down he grumbles and lifts a leg to pull it free.

"Welcome to Monster Island, home of snakes, beavers and our friend the Ogogpogo."

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"Ogogpogo?" Lissar says, very slowly, "I should change...where is an appropriate place?"

There's a noise like the THX sound's rising half as Ironhide steps through the door. He's gonna be doing a little more sinking than Hellboy, given that on this side of the door he's twenty-six feet tall.

"I'm gonna need a high pressure hose for my joints before I go home," he mutters.

So he thought of the towel and the suit, he just forgot about the dressing room. Two out of three ain't bad.

"Um...there's some trees over there? We're kind of on the other side of the lake from the swimming area and all that. Sorry."

He then turns to the noise and Ironhide and looks up, "Okay, I'm impressed."

Giving an appropriate nod of approval at Ironhide Hellboy puts out his cigar on his stone fist and tucks it into his coat. "Sorry about the mud, I wasn't exactly sure where we were going to come through at. I got tossed in through the door so wasn't sure how it'd turn out going the other way."

"I do not mind." Lissar says, shrugging and heading for the trees, "Beloved, I shall wash you when we get home. Full waxing?" she offers as she heads out to change.

"Yeah, fine with me," says Ironhide. To Hellboy he says, "I'll manage. I'm gonna guess you don't want me baking my way out of this?"

It's easier to pull your foot out of plasma-scorched clay than just mud.

Hellboy watches her go and then looks down at the mud around his boots.

"I don't mind. I'm fireproof and don't care much for mud myself. Long as we don't boil the lake or burn down the forest who's gonna care?"

Concern about property damage is really low on Hellboy's priorities list. That he's showing as much restraint on this mission as he has so far is a miracle really.

Lissar heads back rapidly, dressed and ready, "Is there a place where I should dive in, or does any place seem the same as any other?" she asks, looking between the fighters.

FWOOM.

Someone will eventually explain that scorched earth area as being of alien origin. They'll be right, technically. Anyway, Ironhide extracts himself from the muck, tests his balance, and glances to Lissar. "No clue. Red, what's your preference?"

Red pulls himself free and looks around, getting his bearings before pointing to the other side of the island, "If we get over there there's a cave he's supposed to live in. Legends around here say he gets pretty peeved if you get too close and don't leave nothin for him. That'd be the spot I'd say."

Lissar nods and starts walking over there. If she feels like shaking her feet to rid them of mud it doesn't show. "So dive from over the cliff and swim until he shows to be beaten."

"You can dive that far?" Ironhide says. "Don't think I've ever seen you do that before."

"Sounds like a good plan to me." Hellboy nods. If Abe were here he'd probably facepalm at this particular plan. It's a very Hellboy sort of plan.

"If you can do it let's do it. I'd sure like to see that." He encourages her.

"You have never seen me swim." Lissar points out, moving up to the top of the cliff and taking a deep breath. She dives on the inhale of the next breath, arcing out away from the ground as far as she can.

Ironhide lets out an appreciative whistling noise at that.

Hey, just because he doesn't do projectile weapons doesn't mean he can't approve of a good clean arc.

He follows the arc of the dive with his eyes, nodding when she hits the water. "Nice. C'mon, let's get a better spot to snag the thing. Reports said it's forty feet, I'd say more like thirty but it was movin pretty quick and all so who knows. Either way it outta be fun."

Lissar is doing her best to look, well, appetizing. She's an efficient swimmer, the strokes minimum movement for maximum motion.

"Fine by me," says Ironhide. He's scanning the water for any signs of temperature variation- "Hey, question. This thing warmblooded? Is it gonna show up on a heat scan, or is it like fish?"

"Well, local legends say it's a guy who was cursed and turned into a demon. Scientists say it's either a dinosaur or a prehistoric whale. Having been up close and personal with it I'd say none of those. Didn't feel demon and the stuff I've seen on the other two didn't match this one." He says, watching the water and Lissar swim.

"It's not warm blooded, we had to track it with sonar. Got a neck like a serpent, head like a horse with a whole lot of teeth and a scruffy beard, kind of like a chinese dragon if you've ever seen them. And a long...whipping tail..." He trails off as something in the water flicks and pulls underneath the surface.

"Gotta watch the tail." He smirks and moves the rope he's been carrying off his shoulder. "Heads up."

The waters are calm as Lissar swims through them, just little waves rolling along the surface.

The entrance to the cave she's swimming past is mostly underwater, dark with deep waters infront of it and running back into the hidden caverns.

In those dark waters something watches the white suited figure paddling around. Resting with most of its bulk below the surface, only the lazy end of its tail amongst the reeds, it tracks her movements.

When it's clear she's not moving on the creature dives deeper, pulling its tail underwater and coming about in a wide arc around the swimming woman, maw opening as it starts to rush towards the surface and her.

Lissar has finely tuned prey instincts. When she finally sees the open mouth coming at her she swims as fast and far as possible. She's certain that even if the thing doesn't show up on Ironhide's scanners, he'd notice that she's suddenly swimming faster and harder.

"Incoming," says Ironhide, who's suddenly all business. The plasma cannon is offline, but the laser cannon's up and narrowing its aperture and focus. He's no sniper, but he can get really slagging accurate if he has enough motivation to do so.

When it sees her changing course it changes tactics. Instead of coming up underneath her and snapping her up like a shark would a swimming seal it closes its mouth and pushes its speed breaking the surface with a huge crash of water and a tremendous roar.

Arcing like a dolphin it cuts back towards the lake to seize its prey from above.

"Better get it." Hellboy says, standing by watching the creature below dive onto Lissar.

"Better get it or hope that thing swallows meals whole."

Lissar moves as fast and hard as she can to get out of the way. She doesn't have to be that much faster than the monster, she just needs to be a little bit faster.

She doesn't scream. She wishes she hand the extra breath.

"Don't be stupid," says Ironhide with five percent of his processor cycles. "I always get it."

We say five because the other ninety-five have been devoted to things like target acquired and locked and commence laser cannon fire along the beast's length. It might have reflexes kick in after the first shot, but Ironhide's been upgraded over the millennia into one hell of a war machine. He's got reflexes of his own.