His eyebrows wing upwards when he sees what they bring up and he glances between it, his spear, and the creature before him.

"It's worth a try. Prop it here, I'll see if I can get it lifted. Although you might want to get into position, I don't know how long I can hold it like that."

Fortunately, once he'd deposited the anchor, the sailor seems inclined to stay and help, seeing they might need an extra set of hands. He nods at Altaïr and moved to one side of one of the tentacles as Sylvain braces the blunt end of his spear against the creature and uses the anchor to leverage his strength.

Which really was needed, that thing was heavy.