“Or, maybe we can just float over it and hope for the best!” Brightly, before Alex snaps her fingers, “oh wait, we can’t, because this world still has gravity and other laws of science. Maybe you can just assume germ theory is bullshit, too.”

Concern for your health and the health of others is such a miserable trait, and all.

Alex unslings some rope from her shoulder, working fast to tie it into a lasso. “We get the ropes around its legs, bring it down. Tie up the pincers so it can’t crush us, go to down.” A glance to the others, and she exhales. “I guess I’ll get on that.” She’s a brawler, and fists are going to do shit against a giant armoured crab. Alex starts wading, and then dived below the surface - shallow as it is - so she can try to get closer to the crab without it seeing what she’s doing as she starts looping the first bit of rope around one of its legs.