He was fishing in this particular state of grace, perceiving the fly bouncing above the obstacles, when, with great disappointment, he had a snag. The fact of having hooked a stone brought him back to reality in fraction of a second. It was in the next fraction of second that he realized that it was no snag. And in the third fraction he grasped that this was not the size of trout he was used to. The rod bent to an arc, he was hoping that the leader would not snap while he was trying to hold the fish in position to avoid its strong flights into the tumultuous current.
At the other end of the line Tiamat was flabbergasted. After realizing that thing in the corner of her mouth, an unstoppable force was pulling her towards the bank. She was upset with herself. After a whole life spent avoiding dangers, how could she get screwed this way! Now she could see him, the biped was standing in full sight not far from her. Even if the rage was multiplying her strength, she knew that she was fighting for her life like never before. Although determined not to give up, she knew that these might be the last moments of her life. The last ever instant when she could feel the currents tickling her flanks, see the reflex of the sun, hear the gushing of the water. She could not believe that now all this could be over.