'Calm down. 'Twelfth-level' or not, you're still not very accomplished at thinking on your feet, are you?'

As with a fly trapped in a spider web, thrashing randomly would only get him more caught. How many fish had died the same, blind death? They couldn't free themselves, and it was only when another hand disentangled them or cut the lines, one by one, that they could be loosed.

'Here, let me.'