"Nor can I, dammit!" They'd need to back up in order to have a chance to seeing more without risking themselves and their boat, but Skadi's loathe to suggest that when she's hoping a few more strikes of her blade will cleave enough tentacles to stop slapping them around with.

Although that's not all she can do. "Duck!" She doesn't explain why, but it becomes obvious in a moment. The fade energies she's gathered around her surge and then are expelled in a purple-hued blast. The nearest tentacles writhe in pain.