[ Percival makes good work of eliminating a few of the jellyfish flying his way, absently flicking their carcasses onto a pile once they're sufficiently immobilized. He doesn't stop until he's nabbed and killed all the airborne ones, but the ones already latched onto the wiring are more problematic. They refuse to reduce their suction to the various ship panels, eager to drain it of whatever chroma is powering the machinery insider.

Fortunately, his gauntlets provide a great deal of shielding as he starts to pluck them off before one of them suddenly turns around and latches onto his face. He grimaces and tries to remain still, well aware that struggling against its tentacle embrace will only make it sting harder. ]

Quick! Slice it off carefully! A single sting can incapacitate an average human of my size, and I have no intention in spending the rest of this trip knocked out.

[ Granted, that would make it easier to cope with the turbulence and the constant panic that comes with the fear of plummeting out of the sky and onto the ground. He'd very much like this ordeal to be over with soon. ]