User blog comment:The Reptile King/Reptile Kingdom Exploration/@comment-30014014-20170212173515/@comment-30014014-20170214013138

Something escapes his ragged mask. A semblance of a laughter, for the moment those running off with the supplies pass through the ink on the ground, they end up melting down. The food, charred into smoke, evaporated and escaping through the air as nothing more than burned out food. The pots and the rest, all sludged to ink, cold to the touch.

Those attempting to bite at the shackles on their comrades would soon find themselves slashed back by those very chains as the bits they bit off regrew. Meanwhile, the man looked over to the scar-bearing beast, presumably, their leader with what looked like daggers on his fingers. The shackles on his hand were now gone, a click of metal seemingly all around. Suddenly, the knives he hold began to propel at the beast, spinning within themselves.