"A good attitude, although I am loathe to accept it from one so young. But no matter, eyes forward! It comes!"

A lash of tentacles erupts from the monster as a second scimitar forms in Selene's right hand. She moves with grace and alarming speed, dicing it with precise cuts. A second makes its way right for Ken, but she makes no move to assist - her bodied coiled with tension. She is ready to move if needed, but she would take this boy's measure.