Rose managed to twist her body enough to receive only a glancing blow from the column, but the hard landing still managed to crack something and knock the breath out of her. She got to her feet slowly and checked on the others. The jellyfish had managed to push them back on the defensive and that just wouldn’t do.

All her bits seemed to be in working order and even though it hurt to breathe, she was used to working through pain. She’d lost her spear when she’d been sent flying, though. She considered one of the numerous crab corpses littering the floor with an appraising eye. She knew from personal experience that its claws were both strong and sharp. She could work with that. She stepped on a pincer, grabbing a single claw and separating it with a crunch.

Newly armed, she watched her teammate take aim. Attacks on the main body had proven to be most effective, but not if the tentacles were still able to block. She charted a path that wouldn’t get her caught in the crossfire and headed back into the fray, stabbing at tendrils with her makeshift dagger.