His proportions were wrong – his calves and forearms seemed too long for his height, his clawed fingers and digitigrade feet doubly so.
Basically, scratch “seem to remain in human form physically”.
He moved with a languid sort of grace as he advanced through the spraying water. His arms moved like pendulums, claws sweeping against the water’s surface, while his upper body swayed left and right, as if to give counterbalance to his great height.
I feel like this is reminding me of some kind of specific animal, but I can’t quite place it.
His tail, forty or fifty feet long and whiplike, lashed behind and around him in time with his steps, perhaps borne of the same need for balance that gave him his teetering gait.
Oh jeez, he’s a long boi.
Gallons of water poured around him in the wake of his movements, roughly the same amount of mass as the body part that had just occupied the space.
This ‘afterimage’ streamed down him and splashed violently against the water he waded through.
Ahh, that’s what it means.
As if the ocean didn’t make it hard enough to deprive him of ammo, he just needs to move a little to create loads more.
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