Pumped-up bass

This is a fish who got tired of having sand kicked in its face, and decided to become a true man's man. Er, fish's fish? It did so with the time-tested training regimen of exercise, healthy living, and weapons-grade pharmaceuticals.

Looks like it's willing to take time out of its busy weight-lifting routine to pump you aahhp -- most likely by beating you dahhhwn.

Hit Message(s):

It punches you with its rudimentary arm. You feel decidedly non-rudimentary pain. Ugh! Argh! Ouch! Argh! Ooh! Ooh!

It squeezes you in a well-oiled bicep. Fish oil is supposed to be good for you, but in this case, it hurts. Ooh! Ugh! Ugh! Argh! Ow! Ugh!

It whacks you with its tail. Or maybe it was just flexing its glutes. Either way, it hurts. Ouch! Ooh! Ugh! Ooh! Oof! Argh!

It makes you do twenty reps to work your traps. You don't know what that means, but it hurts. Ow! Eek! Ouch! Ouch! Ooh! Ugh! Argh! Ugh! Ooh!

Critical Hit Message:

It breaks into a frenzy of posing, flexing abs, glutes, delts, pecs, traps, lats, biceps, and triceps. You fall under the assault of muscular fishiness. Or fishy muscularity. Whichever. Ouch! Oof! Ow! Ooh! Argh! Argh!

Miss Message(s):

It flexes its delts at you. You're impressed, but unharmed.

It stops attacking to apply more fish oil to its pecs.

It flexes its glutes. You avert your eyes.

It tries to impress you by flexing its pecs, but its fins get in the way.

Fumble Message:

It starts to pound you again, but notices its delts have started to atrophy. It swims away to do a few more reps before attacking again.