None of the other barbarians could swim as well. They never had a need for it, and it wasn't included in their training since none of them expected to find themselves struggling in a sea.
How could Galthor even know how to swim? He didn't even know he could jump before he was reborn into a new world!
The salty waters of the sea rolled and seethed around him, threatening to drown him if he did not do something. The first thing he did was to stop thrashing and get his thoughts in order.
No matter the enemy, whether living or natural, the first thing to do was to stop panicking and think.
With that out of the way, he began to claw his way to the surface, and he found it easy. His natural strength with his Divine energy gave him the needed power to throw himself upward.
"Ahhhggghhh!" He gasped as his head broke the surface, sucking in large breaths, his eyes red from the water. He shook his head. "Damn it, are you guys alright?"
