For a moment she's lost, feet pounding against sand, the world shut off and soundless save for the high tone in her ears and the deadened silence muffling her footsteps, and she charges at the thing unthinkingly with the roaring of water and the monsters across the sea, and Hitoshi unspools from beside her.

Mako has no plan, no jaeger, nothing but her fists and the otter who charges at her side, but the kaiju have taken so much and she will not let it happen again.

She slams into one of the tentacles as if tackling it, impacting the slick surface with the cold smack of flesh on flesh and she can feel the quivering undulation of contracting alien muscle beneath her as she tries to force it down, wrestle it into some form of submission, do something to release the human it snapped up so easily.