Well, aren't those the things of children's nightmares? But she supposed that made sense - they were in a storybook after all. Her mind, however, conjured up the image of actual fish far below where most humans had gone before - alien creatures adept to places where no light reached.

Her tendrils around her rose while her body lit up in a warning these things would likely not heed.

If this was how they wanted to do it.

The first one to come at her would be met by three ends of her ten tentacles and their venom while she swam away from the others. She could fight, but she wasn't a fighter in the sense. If they were going to keep coming, they were going to need some help.