That sounds as good a plan as any, to Wallie. Distraction, maybe, or motive for retreat -- either would work, either might make it release its grip on Donna.

With a strangled yell, and the light of Shonsu in his eyes, Wallie strikes at a nearby tentacle, cuts it deep. It cringes, pulls away, but moments later it returns to snake around Wallie in vengeance.

There's a slice of blades, needles, something in his flesh, but for the moment he hardly registers it. Wallie tries to strike at the tentacle that holds him, but it's an awkward angle and a poor wound that he inflicts; his sword drops from his hand, down into the water.