All of that water was going to have to go somewhere, just like it was rushing down as the thing below them surged upward, hungrily churning into the untouched hollow that it had been crouched over for so long. Knowing what was coming did not give Tony the time to warn Cayde, only give him a wide-eyed look of panic for his misplaced optimism, then a wild grab around his waist without much concern for the filaments that dug into his arm. Whatever the damage, it wasn't going to be as bad as being hurled into Cayde once the water equalized, and the tide turned. The tip of Tony's tail was dragged down relentlessly and skimmed along those massive teeth as they came crashing back together, and the immense pressure blasted upward like a mushroom cloud.