Grindylow

A grip on her ankle arrested her mid-spin, and Rigel twisted, expecting to find it tangled in the weed bed.

Instead, she caught a pale green Grindylow latched on, pointed teeth readying to bite.

Rigel kicked her other leg around and wrapped it sharply about the head, mindful to avoid its little horns.

It startled, jaws clicking together on nothing, but its strong grip didn't waver.

Rigel flipped her wand around and pointed it at herself before mouthing, "Lubricus corpus." Slime bloomed from every pore, and Rigel had to fight the urge to squeak at the sensation.

It was somewhere between ticklish and uncomfortable, but it left her coated as effectively as a good basting.

Her ankle slipped from the Grindylow's grasp like a fish, and she shot away from it with a grin.

The creature snarled at her and tried to pursue, but when she bent her appendages to the task, she easily outstripped it.