Detective Wolf and the Flatwoods Fighter

Air whipping past his face, Wolf leaped out the back of the yacht, and visually locked on to the sailor in the distance. At the same time, he positioned the speargun at where the culprit would be, and squeezed the trigger While he certainly did not see the spear hit, he heard it. A bloodcurdling scream shot through the air like the spear he just fired. It was a scream not just of pain, but of anger at failure. A scream Wolf hoped he would never hear coming from himself. he crashed into the water, and turned back in time to see the culprit crash as well. The yacht slammed into a boulder, sending it into the air for about a second as it split apart. warped metal flew everywhere as the vehicle was destroyed. The culprit ricocheted off a tree, before slumping to the river bank, with a spear poking through their leg. Wolf turned to the sailor and carried him back to land. The Sailor was a mess, stuttering numerously as Wolf did his best to bandage his bloody fingers. A sound erupted from further back in the river, from where the yacht was before the culprit attacked. Wolf turned and saw the catfish dead in the water, its corpse floating to him, as something pink was in his mouth. Strangely, Wolf could see no obvious cause of death. Perhaps he could investigate to figure that out. It could be important, and relate with the culprit, or he could try to question the sailor. Maybe he could tell him his identity.