His face fell as it occurred to him what in the world this paragon was actually doing. "Wait-- NO!!" He screeched, thrusting his hand out towards the water. A spike of it burst out of the depths, freezing into a sickly green spear-- but it missed the fleeing creature, and soon broke apart into a mix of water and disease.
"NO, NO NO!! His claws dug into his forehead, tearing the flesh save for where the Law was carved into, leaving it pristing while the rest of his brow was shredded to near ribbons. Not a first time, in fact, this seemed to happen every time he drowned. But now he was drowning yet again while drowned. He failed his masters, and they would take their wrath out on him, as they always did.
Collapsing to all fours and writhing in the cool sand, Leksa hacked and gagged as water manifested in his lungs. This was going to be a long punishment.