[Copen furrowed his brow, focusing on what Musse was saying over the din of shouting, cannons firing, steel clashing against scale, and the roars of both wave and beast.

That wasn't good news, especially with how the creature thrashed in the sea while under so much pressure.]

...At least it's a big target.

[Again, his tone is blunt, dry, and humorless, though clearly directed at the situation while he quickly assesses things with that new information. Copen draws his Divider pistol from its holster as Ether energy built up in his other hand, his white armor seemingly coming to life.]

Your weapon has better range than mine. I'll get in there and make a window for you. Probably take more than that to kill it, but... [He trails off, knowing very well this wouldn't be that simple. He struggled putting more to words, though.] ...If you have another idea, though?

[While his initial thought of drawing its attention might well work, if there's another way that doesn't involve teeth, Copen's open to it.]