Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-35000153-20180614210314/@comment-33719112-20180902000307

Hollow could barely hear the warning through the ripping and tearing of the creatures flesh, sparing a glance at the encroaching tentacle. He barely was able to roll out of the way from the clubbed swing, the creature beating it's own hard carapace. His twin daggers were stuck in the creature, but he survived the first swing. However, he wasn't prepared for the second tentacle, which had slithered around his waist.

Soon, the figure was high in the air, the sensual appendage having made for his visor, creeping into the vision slits in his faceplate. Black smoke began to curl from the helm and the joints of the now painfully freezing armor as Hollow thrashed in his bindings.