Big Damn Heroes UNITE!
If Kessie hadn't held him tight, Bryant wouldn't have looked down at her. Breaking eye contact with that thing was essential in his not losing his mind right now. And yes, now was not the right time for the solid warmth of her to make him feel quite as good as she did.
But he was able to shelve that and focus on everything that mattered now. Bryant really couldn't claim to completely hear and understand everything Kessie said in her initial repeated commands for him to listen to her -- the fear was still thrumming in his nerves too fiercely for him to completely understand at first -- but he finally managed to get the gist of what she was saying... and then he heard her loud and clear.
Later, hopefully, he'd have time to spend a week curled up in a corner, shaking and shivering and very likely bawling or screaming or both.
This was not later.
This was now.
And now Kessie needed him. Now he needed himself.
So when he could see straight, Bryant sailed in behind Kesiah, just as the evil bloody thing toppled over. Its legs and needle-like appendages flailed and Bryant took no notice. He reached for a limb with a clamp attached and dragged it across the body at what would've been chest-height if this thing had anything approaching a chest. Bryant clamped it's own... clamp... onto the end of an arm that looked very much like a scalpel. Another limb sought to defend and took a swipe at Bryant's face, trickling blood from a thin line along the right side of his jaw. This earned it the pleasure of Bryant grabbing one of the pincer-limbs and jamming it over and over again into the creature's eyes.
You saw me on a table helpless and you thought let's give him a leg, give him a leg, give him that leg...
"Hold the clamp down," Bryant panted to his partner-in-crime, systematically breaking the little needle-like legs so no more of them would stab out at him or Kessie, chest heaving with the effort of trying to disable the ruddy thing without both of them getting badly hurt. With the clamp held, Bryant managed to wrench off the scalpel limb.
With the scalpel limb, he'd take off the bone-saw limb that he was holding down with his other hand. Another futile slice at his chest went no deeper than a papercut; Bryant would have endured any number of those to get Kessie what she wanted, this weapon, many weapons.
'They'll have a harder time subduing us, if we're armed.'
Well then, Bryant thought as the biggest blade gave way, the one he rightly identified as some sort of bone saw.