Hole

Nolt’s mouth twisted up in a smile. “Is that a fact? Then how do you like
these apples?” With these words, his staff spun in a circle and struck the
ground next to him.
With a gut'wrenching rumble, a chunk of ground a yard in diameter
collapsed in on itself. This was no ordinary hollow. Maintaining a depth of
about a foot, it became a ditch running all the way to the river.
About to pounce once again, D turned his eyes to this subsidence. Madness
gripped the once calmly flowing water. As it coursed down the ditch from
the shore, the water gathered intense speed, and, slapping up against the
banks, it rose like a living creature. In great rolls, the water gushed into the
space between the two of them. First the ankles and then the boots of both
D and Nolt sank below the surface.

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