She rolls to her feet, automatic and reflexive, one hand wrapped around her midsection as she wheezes and tries not to stumble to the ground. Johnny yells, a barely audible plea and something in her chest wrenches.
No. Not again. Not again.
"Go," Hitoshi pants. He's heaving himself upright, dragging forward doggedly. Mako snaps her head around to stare at the thing in the water and tightens her grip on the branch, the hold that even in the shock of the impact she has not relinquished.
She charges. The tentacles are at an even level with her and she leaps, lands on one of the massive slithering things, the branch's sharpened end digging into mottled, sea-flecked flesh for a grip.
It does not halt the inevitable slide of the tentacle dragging into the water and Mako chokes when the spray of seawater washes into her mouth. She shuts her eyes against the rush of water, breath tight in her chest, and distantly she can register the faint splash of Hitoshi lurching into the waves behind her. She digs the branch in viciously, desperate to pry away the grip of its tentacles, but the monster does not release its hold.
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No. Not again. Not again.
"Go," Hitoshi pants. He's heaving himself upright, dragging forward doggedly. Mako snaps her head around to stare at the thing in the water and tightens her grip on the branch, the hold that even in the shock of the impact she has not relinquished.
She charges. The tentacles are at an even level with her and she leaps, lands on one of the massive slithering things, the branch's sharpened end digging into mottled, sea-flecked flesh for a grip.
It does not halt the inevitable slide of the tentacle dragging into the water and Mako chokes when the spray of seawater washes into her mouth. She shuts her eyes against the rush of water, breath tight in her chest, and distantly she can register the faint splash of Hitoshi lurching into the waves behind her. She digs the branch in viciously, desperate to pry away the grip of its tentacles, but the monster does not release its hold.