Johnny was just trying to get his arm in working order, again. It was starting to wear off, that earlier weakness, and he had his sea-legs back about him.

"Alright, that's...a very large enemy," he huffed, tilting his hat back, "Well, we have good news and bad news. For the good, the other men are dispersing away from us. The bad news is that it's only so they won't get hit when he swings at us. Options?"