Like a well-coordinated team, they split up their attack. Ducking left, the human spears the nearest tentacle and forces it to release its hold on the ship. Dashing right, the mare takes a spinning slash at another appendage that lunges her. She lands on her hooves; a severed tentacle splashes harmlessly into the water behind her. No sooner had they cleared two tendrils, than two more take their place. 