He lobbed something to Brian, which he caught one-handed. “What’s this?” He looked at the thing: It looked like a softball made of sapphire-blue rubber. He looked at the giver. “What’s this?” he asked again.
The ball…quivered, and before Brian let go of it, thick tentacles erupted from the ball and began to quickly snake up the arm. “The hell!” was all he could say before his head was enveloped by the tide. He struggled, falling to the ground, trying to take it off, but to no avail. In a matter of moments, he was completely enveloped in the thing.