SQUELCH!
Mark finally felt the tentacles give under the pressure and let out a tired breath as he heaved the tentacle to the side. He jumped up to the top of a container as the anima started to dance around while roaring in pain and watched with narrowed eyes for another opening. Black blood splashed all over the pier from the injury, and Mark used the back of his hand to clean some of the blood that had splashed on his face. His body was covered in the black liquid, and he silently thanked Arit once more for the mask. At least none of the blood got in his nose and mouth.
[Mark, are you okay? I saw the tentacle hit you! Are you hurt!?]
Luna's worried voice came through the comms, and Mark grunted as he nodded at her from a distance. Luna was on the other side of the pier, but he knew she could still see him perfectly fine from there. She didn't need to worry about him. She should just focus on the monster.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!