(The gas is mildly poisonous. She clears it from her system with half a thought.)
It's angry now. Loki doesn't need to worry about it running away.
She doesn't try to cut off any tentacles right away. The last one ran off when she did that.
This spear can be as long as she wants it to be. Spear in the eye, overshooting in case it flinches away again.
The spear goes in the eye this time.
She shortens the haft of her spear, drawing her and the squid closer together - it is light enough to float and she is not, so this draws it down rather than her up.
She twists.
It's light enough to float and she's not, but it's also very big. Loki loses her footing is forced to grab one of the railings around the fighting platform, or go up. Given how the tentacles are arranged, though, closer to its mouth might actually the safest place to be.
The squid screams in pain when the spear twists, but it's not done fighting yet.
She shortens the spear further. She'll go up; she can pull tricks with leverage if it tries to drag her away from the ship.
If she can get close enough to cling to it and stab it between the chitin she'll take the shot.
She gets close enough to cling to the base of one of the tentacles. It's slippery and squishy and slimy, but it's solid enough to hold onto.
When the squid tries to shake her off, a gap opens in the chitin.
Lævateinn instantly smooths, shrinks into her hand, and goes long and sharp and barbed again between the plates.
The squid is really really upset by this. Thanks to how its body is fitted together, wedging the chitin open has made it pretty much immobile. A good half of those tentacles are still moving around angrily, though.
The weapon gets a little wider. It sprouts a few more barbs. Doesn't this thing have a brain?
Loki jumps off the squid to the ship, Lævateinn lengthening after to guide the drop and keep the squid under control.
"All done!"
There is not an immediate response. One of the tentacles went limp inside the ship's control room.
"I'm okay. Mostly." He tries to get up. He stops trying to get up. "Ow. It didn't poison me, just slammed me into the wall. Did y'kill it?"
"It's dead and tied to a railing by its tentacle." She looks at him for a moment, then sighs and taps him on the head. Ker-heal.
"...Sarcasm aside, thank you."
Noticing where his sword is, "Oh, I did manage to hit it after all. Not that it did much good."
"Well, it's very intellectually stimulating work but I go through a lot of paper. That was one of the more time-consuming spells. The other healing ones built on some of the same groundwork, they didn't take as long. My first was fifty years. Is this the only room it tentacled its way into?"
He extracts his sword. There's a tentacle here, might as well get to work! Remove the last foot of the thing first, carefully, poison glands and all. Then cut it into light-enough-to-lift segments and carry the whole pile into the ice-room.
After taking care of the tentacle, well, there's some four dozen more up top so he heads to the roof.
After a while, Nick says, "I'm going to start trying to backtrack. Do you mind letting me know when the other tentacles are done? I want to try to recover the central body. That chitin looks inches thick, a solid piece of bone that big will make some great tools."