The mud hands were little match for the power of slappy hands, apparently. As soon as the hands were squashed down, Aether took to the air to get out of their range.

"We need someone with a little more lifting ability than I have to help get Jay out of this mire." Marcus called over the comms. In the meantime, he slipped out of the saddle and dropped down onto Jay's back, hanging on with one arm while his sword sliced at some of the hands grabbing his squire's legs.