The tentacles are thick, but fleshy, and are severed quickly enough after a few hacks and slashes. The wounds made, though, start to sprout smaller tentacles, which writhe about before expanding into a multitude of human arms and hands, milky pale and grasping.

Nearby, several of the other men start suffering similar deformities: One opens his mouth inhumanly wide to let a cluster of arms start sliding outwards, while another one bends his head back into his neck to replace it with a long, thrashing tentacle.

So that's all good.