Hell had frozen.

Sinking, trapped in a tight embrace. Panic, confusion, and the sharp bite of the cold choked her logical mind. Kerrigan struggled against the body. Great, sweeping rushes of water filled the space between her ears; something long and powerful twisted and turned beneath her.

I need to see.

I've always hated salt water.

Her palm burned as her mark fired energy through her arm. It spiralled around the tendons and crevices of her muscles and bones, it unfurled at the base of her skull, flooded to the crown of her head and warmed the dark hazy space between her temples. Kerrigan opened her eyes.

That grey gaze watched her amid an oil spill of black hair. Tendrils of it touched her face, drifting like swirling clouds around them. Another great rush of water - Kerrigan glanced to the depths below her suspended feet and saw their long scaly tail. This was no woman, she realised. Their hands relaxed on Kerrigan. The snarl on their celestial face died away, forgotten. It was as if they too had realised something.

Two heartbeats.

A Siren?

They gently took Kerrigan's wrist and looked at the mark of Gemini as it stilled burned, visible.

She seems to recognise –

She was just going to drag you to a watery grave.

Kerrigan flinched away from their grip and braced herself. The ligaments of her marked hand tensed, her fingers curled inwards. A thunderous surge of energy fired through her palm, emitted from the crown of her head, and blasted them apart.

Her body flew back, the ocean bubbling and hissing all around her. A jagged rock from the Siren's perch cracked into the base of her skull. She felt her breathe escape her mouth; salt water flooded into the chambers of her chest.

Just before the darkness, Kerrigan saw their long, iridescent fishtail snaking through the murk.