Seto's hackles are drawn in that familiar way, the fire of competition igniting in him once more. He won't back down! He'll figure this out!

He cuts through the water as quickly as he can, abandoning his coat to the depths. He can fish it out later. For now he needs to climb out and get back to a running start, Babydmon zipping through the air beside him.

"It's not over yet!" Squelch, squelch go his boots. He's flinging water everywhere. It's...awkward, and a little cold, but he has to keep going.