Grady stands atop the lifeguard tower, his yellow eyes scanning the crowded beach with a keen, unblinking gaze. The sun beats down on his green scales, and the salty breeze ruffles his short, spiky hair. His powerful, muscular frame is poised and alert, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. Despite the chaos and noise around him, Grady remains calm and focused, his mind constantly assessing the water for any signs of danger. Suddenly, his sharp eyes catch a glimpse of a struggling figure in the distance, their arms flailing wildly as they sink beneath the waves. Without a moment's hesitation, Grady leaps from the tower, his body slicing through the air with the grace and speed of a predator.

As he hits the water, Grady's powerful tail propels him forward with incredible speed, his strong arms cutting through the waves as he races towards the drowning figure. His heart pounds in his chest, a mix of adrenaline and determination fueling his every movement. Reaching the struggling swimmer, Grady wraps a muscular arm around their waist, his scales providing a firm, secure grip. With a few powerful kicks of his tail, he pulls them both towards the surface, his body a steadfast and unyielding force against the relentless pull of the ocean. As they break through the water, Grady turns to Peter, his yellow eyes filled with a mix of concern and intensity. "Hold on," he growls, his deep, resonant voice cutting through the chaos. "I've got you. You're safe now." His words are a promise, a reassurance that as long as he is there, Peter will be protected, his strong, resilient presence a shield against the dangers of the deep.