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Well now, the beast boil was doing mighty fine! THAT'S THA WAY, BUL! Atta boil! Jove looked to be alright too, so Levi felt it best to turn her attention back to Bul's efforts- afterall, that was why they'd all been called there, right? Right. As if right on cue, Bul started to go under after he'd been doing so well.

Luckily, she and the cowboil didn't have to pull the flailing half beast from under the water's surface as he'd come back up on his own. Holding onto someone just learning to swim was tricky as Levi had seen before. Some tatzels had shown instincts to wrap their tails around others to keep themselves afloat. Bul's tail was pretty long... If she had to, she'd have no problem punching the boil to put him out of his misery relieve him of his tension though. That was a backup plan.

She wanted Bul to do well, however, given he'd been nice enough to teach her a thing or two so hopefully it wouldn't come to that. Levi nodded in agreement to Mot's instructions regarding breathing, hoping that would be enough for Bul.

"Give it a shot!" Mot encouraged, watching the boil go under.

. . .

And not resurface. "...Oh Jack." Mot needed to save Bul. In order to do that? He would have to go under the water and swim to him. He'd have to leave his hat.
Luckily, he valued the lives of others over his own insecurities.

Mot took a deep breath and dived under water, the hat left bobbing on the surface. The water was very murky and thick with bog filth. Mot was unable to keep his eyes open, and just swam straight down, hoping to find Bul by luck alone. Chances were the boil did not swim far.

Mot squinted his eyes open, spotting a form at the bottom of the bog. It was not a very deep body of water, but the sooner he got Bul back up the better. Mot wrapped one arm under Bul's and tugged him up toward the surface.

Mot was not a very strong person. It took all of his power to reach the surface with the extra weight. He gasped for air once he broke the surface, pulling the boil toward Jercho. "Take him."

Bul went under after such great attempts to face his fears. Jackin' hell..

Sighing, the tatzel was about to go down after him when Mot and Jericho took up the reigns. Huh. She smiles then for a moment before hearing Jericho try to talk the boil up. Oh no- Bul had gone out. This was bad.

He ain't respondin'?! That's it- there was only one mild way to get the beast boil up and out of it.

- SLAP -

Bul wasn't responding at all. Grimacing, Jericho went on and dragged the lizard towards the shore as quickly as he could. Once they were at the bank, he set the other student down before he started to perform CPR onto the half-beast.

The guy hadn't burst into FEAR yet so there was still some time before he'd end up taking a trip to Cricket's office.

Frowning, Jericho saw that his efforts weren't working yet. He glanced over at the others in the area briefly, then went back to continuing his efforts to revive the other monster.

"Come on Bul. I don't think Cricket will be happy to see you."

With Jove on her back, Hadiyya moved a little deeper in the water, treading not far from where Jericho was helping Bul. Keeping quiet now as someone else took the lead to offer him helpful advice on staying afloat and swimming. She had her own methods, but there were lots of ways to learn, and she wasn't about to correct anyone on their suggestions. Any one pointer could very well be the one that made all the difference.

And because the others were doing such a good job of helping their mutual friend Yaya slide away from the group and through the dark water with Jove still hanging on her back. Making a casual lap around the whole of the group at a leisurely stroke. She kept an ear out of course, listening should Bul ask her a question, but no such inquiries were directed her way and she was happy to swim about with the whisp until such time as she was needed.

Granted, she didn't expect anything like a near drowning to happen, so she had swam quite far from the group when she heard the shouts and urgings for the half beast to wake up. Wake up? Worried fear curling in the pit of her stomach the Djinn rushed back towards the shore. Reaching around as her feet hit the silty bottom of the bank and setting Jove down beside her waist high water before darting up on shore and towards the group gathered around the beast. "Bul!

What in Jack's name had happened? She almost asked, but really it didn't matter half so much as getting the boil breathing again, and that was only going to happen if they got the water out of his lungs. "Hang on, Bul." She dropped to her knees beside him and the dragon still trying to give him CPR. Dark fingers curling against her thighs. If that didn't work.. Well she she hoped it did, but just in case she knew something that might. "Wake up you silly beast," she urged softly, voice going tight with nerves.

Recoiling as Bul started to cough and sputter up water, Jericho looked down at the guy, relieved to see that he was back. Gladly shifting away now that he wasn't in danger any more, he watched as the half-beast had a sort of spark of determination. Well, it was good that practically downing didn't deter him.

"Got that right. But don't worry. We'll get you swimming like a fish in no time," the dragon said while standing up now. He didn't have any water... or a towel on him. He sort of forgot the latter. So instead, he glanced to the others in the area to see if they had any of that.