Vahvuus nods, a faint glaze passing across his eyes, unseen by Sorey as he's already dashed by, as the words register as an order, an echo of obey, obey swirling about at the back of his mind. It hardly matters; he doesn't wrestle with the demand this time, not like he'd been fighting recently. Even if it wasn't an order - because it's Sorey, because it wasn't, despite his mind and soul and body reacting as if it were - he'd join the fight. No matter how disappointed the last few days has made him feel, they're still partners.

He moves to the opposite side of the beast, dodging around the thrashing tentacles, and stays carefully out of range as he lifts his staff to cast another arte. Instead of crawling ice he summons a series of shards, big as swords and just as sharp, and flings them towards the daemon. It roars and writhes, several of the limbs sliced and oozing black tendrils, not exactly blood but similar enough to be rewarding. It isn't so big that it's invincible, so that's... reassuring, mostly.

More confident now, Vahvuus takes a few steps closer, chanting under his breath to fire off another series of artes. If they can survive long enough to knock it loose, enough weighted ice could make it sink, hopefully before the boat does.