[ She nods -- no point in yelling over all this commotion -- and turns her attention back to the mass of tentacles still wriggling its way over the side of the boat. None of them are close enough to warrant a swipe with the blade and she can keep most of them back with stomps and kicks. But it's getting to the point where the... thing's irritation it starting to outstep its desire to avoid getting hurt and she's not sure how long she can keep all this up. ]
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Please tell me you're almost done!