Well, that does something. At least Zenyatta is able to move again, if only a little. He ducks out of the way of the searching tendril, only for Zenyatta to grab it instead, like he's not dealing with enough already - and now he thinks he can help it?

"That's great," Wash grinds out, taking another swing with his knife and severing a few more tendrils in the process, doing his best to free Zenyatta from their grasp. "How about I keep it from killing you in the meantime?"