Id picks himself up with a grunt, immediately chastising himself for not paying more attention to their surroundings. Imagine if the other man hadn't seen those limbs coming; they'd probably both be in the water by now. It's a thought he holds onto as he jumps back to his feet, because they can't afford to let their guard down.

Not right now, not in the midst of this.

He doesn't question where that sword came from. Instead, he pulls the hefty, two-handed blade from the improvised straps on his back and moves to assist. What Id may lack in the nimbleness others possess, he makes up for in brutal efficiency. Despite the weapon nearing his own height, despite its far from modest weight, he slams it down on the monster's limb with the speed and ease of a smaller weapon.

It isn't as sharp as it should be; the blade doesn't cut cleanly through the tentacle, but it does cleave into springy flesh. Were it his own sword, the one he'd lost, it would've only taken one stroke. "Not enough..." He grits the words out, already twisting the blade around to slam it down again.

This time the tentacle goes limp, flopping to the deck at their feet. If only there weren't so many more. "Looks like we're even, but—" Id's thought is abbreviated by the other nearby tentacle whipping back, readying to strike. Reflexively, Id positions himself between it and this guy who can pull weapons out of nowhere. "Hope yours is sharper than mine."