The weapons are unexpectedly hard to control.

The monstrous, hungrily-drooling woman took a few steps towards her prey, then slapped herself a few more times in the side of the face... Finally, when one slapped her hard enough to make her spit, her jellyfish-like dreads flying all around her, she realized something was wrong. "Wha da FUCH ith da DEAOW wiff YOU GUYTH?!"

Lanus tilted his head at her curiously, evidently thinking her outburst was a question for him. The feline strolled over to the display case she'd gone into a moment ago with fearless (or careless) slowness, reading the text on the display case. "It says 'Red-Skinned Slapper Eel... This fish is fiercely territorial and a danger to fishers in its native waters. When invaded or captured, the eel uses its scaly, well-protected body to ward off predators.'"

"Then wahd HIM off! Why AH YOU GUYTH-?!" Fishfreak started, before from her own rebellious arms began raining blows across her body. She cried out as the loud, rough slaps moved from where they started at her ribs to various parts of her. The monster winced as one struck her chest, bouncing it to the side.

"In a way, it's lucky they don't use those teeth for this, right?" Lanus remarked with a sunny, optimistic smile.

"You ATH HOuw!!" Far from amused, the most offense Fishfreak could mount against her opponent was glaring daggers at him as her eel hands continued to explore, finally stopping in a single location as though they thought they'd found a weak point. In a way, they had... With her orb-like eyes screwed up in pain and indignation, the fish creature began slapping her own broad buttcheeks with alternating strikes. The eels were long enough to easily snake behind her and crack their own bodies like whips, making her voluptuous body jiggle involuntarily as her blue ass grew an interesting purple shade.

Needless to say, the situation was mortifying, but Fishfreak was a survivor with an uncanny knack for turning around disadvantageous situations. She was sure this display was catching her opponent off guard (not realizing that Lanus hardly ever had a guard up). With that in mind... it was time for a surprise **** blow! In her mind, the cruel creature could clearly see her second weapon, the winding fish she'd tied to her own tongue, shoot from where it hung, lightning fast and unexpectedly rigid, to stab the hated cat-man straight through the heart! Seeing the life drain from his eyes would be worth her current humiliation...

As she'd commanded, the tongue went straight to him... However, instead of penetrating his body, it simply rubbed against him, dragging across his clothes aimlessly with random movement reminiscent of a Ouija board needle. In frustrated silence, Fishfreak watched as Lanus walked from her tongue tip, leaving it lapping the air uselessly. The proud monster was fully aware of how ridiculous she must look, with her gawking mouth licking at nothing and her bubble butt bouncing painfully from her own slaps. She was beginning to consider the possibility of scuttling her body and cutting her losses.

Lanus walked right up alongside her this time to read the next display case, unaware of how she was trying to lean over to bite him, her own tongue be damned. "Let's see... this one is just 'Fillerfish... Little is known about this fish, which possesses a small brain and does not seem to hunt, in spite of its dangerous app- uh... app-en-dage. Its instinct leads it to burrow into holes. It is believed it searches for the hole it perfectly fits, and, upon finding it, will reside there until it dies a natural ****.'"

As if on cue, to the woman's horror, the Fillerfish tied to Fishfreak had begun skittering across the floor, towards her feet. "Waid waid WAID! Thith ITH getTIN' THUpid!!" Instinctively, she tried to move her hand to catch it, but succeeded merely in redirecting a slap meant for her left cheek to her left thigh instead. "CWAAAP!!" It had become very obvious to Fishfreak that controlling the creatures of this realm's sea was going to take some getting used to. If she didn't think of something fast, though... she had a hunch she was in for an experience as uncomfortable as it was inevitable.