I swam after it, bloodlust circulating through my veins, my weapon in my hand and managing to get at it so many times. I keep stabbing swiftly, and hitting with the other end of my weapon, managing to bruise it a few times. As hard as the fight underwater was I was still able to hit successfully despite how much it tried to get away from my weapon. Suddenly and finally, I was able to stab it with a clean stab, puncturing it and I kept stabbing over and over again until my weapon finally went through it. I pull it out of the water above all the ice and look at it. The lemon I had finally punctured with my straw, a clean hole through it after a few times of hitting, poking, and stabbing it. It slides off my straw back into the water in my glass as I sit in victory. I had finally punctured the lemon.
