Swamped

"If you've got any ideas, I'd suggest trying them quickly," Wiz says. "If it climbs up high, or the mast starts falling, I'll have to interrupt the ward to blast it. Who knows how many others might sneak in if that happens?"

Right, okay. So you've got to think fast.

But hold on. By the same token, you don't need to stop the creature, just slow it down. If the ward finishes, well, you're not sure on the exact details, but at the very least Wiz should be free to deal with it.

"Don't suppose we could distract it with some food," you mumble.

"No, they don't seem to attack us because they're hungry," says the scout. "Best as I've ever been able to tell, the storm just riles them up."

Well, you're lacking in other ideas. You suppose it's time for something desperate. You grab a javelin.

"We could just drop these and hope we get lucky? We just have to stall, right?"

"They won't pierce its thick shell, and all the bits that aren't protected by the shell are right at the front. Too hard to hit at this angle."

"But there's a chance, right? Better than dropping the ward."

The scout seems skeptical, but before he can dispute the idea, the nest starts shaking again.

And this time, it's hard enough that you get flung out.

You're falling quite slowly, though. Is this something to do with that spell the wizard cast earlier?

Well, whatever the reason, it gives you an idea. You're drifting away from the mast, which means you might be able to get a better angle to throw this javelin from. You don't have much of a throwing arm, and your aim's not great, but you don't see how you have a better choice.

From here, you can see the beast's face and its two front flippers. So what will you aim for?