Bro did you just princess pick up that villager--

Tidus takes the blade without question, and whatever question that may come from the sight of Inigo plucking up the villager into his apparently well-to-do arms, is, well, not really a question, and neither the time nor place for it.

So there's a tip of the head, a "Go!" to join with Inigo's, and Tidus will run, half an eye on Inigo and on their way forward. The squid isn't as a big of a problem as it was just minutes ago, sliced limbs doing little for a creature's will to continue fighting, but there's the rest of the beach ahead of them.

Tidus takes a lead to clear the way. The weight of two blades in his hands is confusing, but only momentarily before he knows to swing with his dominant hand, knocking back the crabs that think to get in their way with pincers out. The farther from the shoreline they get, the brighter the light of the nearby bonfires that the monsters shrink away from, never drawing near.

The best place to drop off their villager, as any. But wherever Inigo goes, Tidus will be keeping track, watching his front and back.