THUD! Charles fell from the ceiling, crashing heavily onto the floor.
Before he could even get up, a purple, translucent tentacle descended from the sky, about to land on top of him.
Charles quickly curled up. Using the seven or eight tentacles on his back to brace himself against the ground, he launched himself aside. The purple tentacle scraped past the soles of his feet and burrowed into the earth with a terrifying near miss.
The crew fired their guns anxiously, trying to save their Captain, but the bullets were completely useless against the tentacle.
"Pope! Don't just stand there! Get your people moving! Hurry up and kill this thing!" Charles yelled as he frantically dodged.
"Brethren, for the Light God! Go and save Charles."
