As it's jaws clamp down around my head I grin, a mad, twisted blood thirsty thing.
"Perhaps I phrased that in terms you didn't understand, that were too complex for you. Maybe this will be better."
I tear my arms from their trapped position into the free area between the two jaws.
"FUCK YOU!"
And I explode into activerty. My hands, my legs, even my teeth rip and tear in a frenzy inside the beast, each hitting with force enough to pulverise concrete to a fine dust, inflicting so much damage on my self in the process that my regeneration can only just keep up.
Externally, my tentacles explode into motion. Two of them keep pulling at the jaws, smashing into them with force comparable to trucks and sharpness beaten only by the finest diamonds, my rage having sharpened the liquid muscle.
Another two tentacles furiously tear at the flesh of the beast, digging a large of hole as possible in the side of the beast.
The last two latch onto the rock formation in the middle, and using all of my considerable strenght start dragging the fish back up the rock, closer to breaking the surface all the time.
"I am not afraid of my death, for I have met him, looked him in the eye and said: 'Not today!' For death is the last refuge of the WEAK"