Vahvuus orbs back out of him now that they're closer, clutching the staff he'd been assigned by the Abbey with both hands. With a curt nod he lifts it and begins summoning ice around the creature, drawing it from the air, from the sea, from within its blubbery form. In the middle of the ocean there's no shortage of his element to draw from, if he can only channel it properly...

...and just as the ice melds the monster's tentacles to the deck it roars, a guttural noise as thick as bubbling stew, and the tentacle snap upright, shattering the ice with little effort. It scatters across the deck in thick chunks, already melting away.

Vahvuus takes a step back, startled at how quickly it had broken free. "It's too strong... we'll have to slow it down before something like that will work."

If it's strong against water artes, this'll be tough. No other exorcist is here to help them, either. Can they really do this?