"What the FUCK was that," demands Nova, at least one of them is still moderately unharmed, though she twitches and paws frantically enough that her little claws hurt a little whenever it squeezes him too hard.

"Hit her otter," he manages to rasp out. He wriggles, trying vainly to kick free, and the monster responds by slamming him into the ground, the blow mostly softened by the fleshy limbs still tangled around him, but then it starts to drag him through the sand, toward the water. Johnny struggles in renewed panic, half-choking on sand and saltwater, because he knows what's happening, it's like a fucking bear slapping a fish on a rock to kill it, or is it birds that do that, or humans, he can't fucking remember. It's trying to subdue him.

"Mako!" he screams just before it pulls him below the surface.