Neil (Mermaid) Andrew (Mermaid Hunter)

A powerful wind blew in his face, lifting his hair upward. Today the waves were especially large: lush, beautiful, and deep blue. Andrew walked along the pier, scanning the ocean very intently in search of someone or something, when suddenly there was the sharp sound of something heavy hitting the sea. The blond realized immediately: a Merman.
"Got you," he said, stepping closer to the shore. He entered the water, unafraid of whatever was swimming there.

He suddenly grabbed someone's tail and pulled hard, dragging them out.
"Hey!" the Merman shouted, and Andrew froze. The merman was enchanting. That red hair, the scars on his body that suited his image, and the eyes... His eyes were bright blue like the ocean waves; they were captivating, and that look: slightly angry, frightened, and staring straight into the soul.
Andrew threw the Merman over his shoulder and carried him to the shore.
"Hey, what are you doing! Let me go!"
"Stop fidgeting, I won't do anything to you."
"Then why are you holding a knife in your hand?"
"I want to make meat out of you," Andrew said in an impassive voice.
Neil bit him on the arm.
Andrew cried out from the bite and cursed. "Have you completely lost your fear?" Blood began to flow from the bite, leaving an imprint of fangs.
"You little pest!"
"It's your own fault! And besides, I..." His mouth was quickly covered by a palm.
"Quiet," the blond said, staring at the horizon as if he had heard someone.