Mako is having difficulties formulating a plan. Hitoshi has latched onto the tentacle as well, sinking tiny claws into it and the beast shudders, but it does not release Johnny. Another tentacle whips around, wavering, as if preparing to strike, and Mako leaps nimbly back, Hitoshi scrambling away beside her.
They need a plan.
They need a weapon, and they need a plan.
A blunt piece of driftwood is overlooked; too heavy, too unwieldy. A fallen branch, however - this she grabs, and snaps deftly in half. She glances back at the commotion, the thrashing, many-limbed thing that has stirred the waters at the shore into a seething, muddied chaos.
"Now," whispers Hitoshi. "The longer we wait - "
"I know," says Mako tersely. And she hefts the makeshift spear over one shoulder, winds back, and delivers to where she best estimates the central part of the beast to be. The strike is wobbly, the balance of the weapon too skewed, but she holds her breath and hopes it will meet its mark.
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They need a plan.
They need a weapon, and they need a plan.
A blunt piece of driftwood is overlooked; too heavy, too unwieldy. A fallen branch, however - this she grabs, and snaps deftly in half. She glances back at the commotion, the thrashing, many-limbed thing that has stirred the waters at the shore into a seething, muddied chaos.
"Now," whispers Hitoshi. "The longer we wait - "
"I know," says Mako tersely. And she hefts the makeshift spear over one shoulder, winds back, and delivers to where she best estimates the central part of the beast to be. The strike is wobbly, the balance of the weapon too skewed, but she holds her breath and hopes it will meet its mark.