B4C5

One of the tentacles had risen into the air, building momentum for a blow. My legs bent, waiting for it to come down – but it did so far to my left, aiming for Ruby and Yang instead. The two were more than fast enough to avoid it, though Yang wasn't able to react in time to attack it before it began its sweep across the deck once more. The others managed with varying levels of success, mostly dependent on what weapons they had, but I narrowed my eyes and focused as it came towards me.

Jump first, I told myself, bending low. Survival was more important than damage in this case, and it would only take a bad blow to knock me off the ship. As the limb came hurtling across, I pushed up and off the deck, swinging down at the same time. My feet cleared it, though I still felt the air whistle underneath. I'd turned my body less like a Knight and more like a Lumberjack, swinging Crocea Mors down between my legs like I was trying to strike a log.

The blade hit the limb coming the other way, and the force behind it caused the cut to be far deeper than through my strength alone. Blood sprang into the air, but I was nearly torn from the ship entirely as the sword bit down and was dragged away. As it was, I managed to hold on and was rewarded when it shook loose, but any longer and I'd have been dragged away.