"What," he starts to say, starts to turn, catching movement in his periphery just as Nova shrieks, "Johnny!", more or less drowned out by the deafening breach of water. What the fuck is that? Giant fucking squid, kraken - well, it's a goddamn kaiju by sheer definition, is this what Mako was talking about - does she drag around her monsters just like he does?

He's paralyzed staring at it for a moment too long, and by the time his prey animal instincts kick in (Nova screaming "Run, you idiot, run!") it's too fucking late, of course it is. He's only just pivoted back around before three slithering appendages have lashed around him, waist, leg, and shoulders; it's all he can do to curl inward and cradle his arms around Nova protectively as it yanks them easily off the beach and into the air.