Well, a parting of the seas was as good a way of dealing with the thread as his had been, and afforded Enis the ability to breathe. He'd never seen creatures quite like these before, but he sprang to action alongside Carol, his gleaming Asgardian steel daggers springing into existence in his hand with a flick of his wrists as he rushes the creatures. Speed and agility are on his side, but their song starts to slow his movements even before he sees it for what it is.

Blinking, he hazards a glance in Carol's direction. "Be prepared. It's going to be very quiet." And he waves his hand, enveloping them in a dome of silence. They'd be fighting deaf, but at least they'd be fighting without the influence of the sirens. He doesn't wait to see if Carol adjusts, but sets to work on slaughtering the gathering mermaids.