The barely-contained panic teeming off of the both of them was wrecking hell on their ordinarly-flawless resonation and making communication blurry, at best.

The jolt of confusion and bewilderment, however, was unmistakable and discouraging.

Their upper hand was dwindling, and would be gone in short order if something didn't shift drastically in their favor. It wasn't enough for one of them to engage their targets while the other watched his back, as had worked in the past. It was going to take a bold move on both their parts.

The third whale had been circling the face-off between the second and L before breaking away, seeming to remember that there was a morsel up top it could have to itself.

It was now or never...

Drawing in a deep chestful of salty air, Light dove beneath the surface, holding the picture in his mind of his intentions in hopes that he could convey it to his partner.

It was a picture of him diving down to meet L, dragging behind him an angry whale to meet the other one. Both opened their mouths to come at Light from both sides, leaving themselves both vulnerable to having their tongues removed. It would need to be precise, and done correctly on the first try in order to work.