Giving up on that plan, Silic lay face down panting. “Guys!” he wheezed “It's not like I need help or anything. Obviously I'm perfectly fine!” sarcasm dripping from every word. He rolled over and a dark, long form slipped out from his uniform, it flopped on the ground, rolling with an awkward but effective motion trying to get back towards the stream. Exposed, it was now apparent Silic had been attacked by eels.
Silic wasn't about to let that happen, he pulled out his knife and crawled towards the wriggling form “It's on now, fool!” he challenged, and lunged. The eel flicked itself aside as the knife sank into the mud. Silic growled, and struck again, and again. Blade hitting nothing but mud and grass, the eel too small a target to hit easily.
The duel finally ended as the eel managed to flick itself back into the water where Silic had no intention of diving back in. He stood on the waters edge looking into the hole “Fine!” he shouted at the water lamely as he backed away up the bank “Your friends died like cowards!”