User blog comment:The Reptile King/Reptile Kingdom Exploration/@comment-30014014-20170212173515/@comment-30014014-20170214030050

Puncturing at the man's flesh, the beast would be disappointed to find no softness under the leathery plates but something inflating underneath. The man he punctured turns out to be a mimic filled with cold ink. It explodes in a violent manner, splattering the ink on the surface of the beast and hardening. The cold begins to emit from the liquid. It would need to rid itself of the sludge or risk hypothermia.

Alas, the moment it felt the ink paint it's hide, a clawed end of a shackle would proceed to strike from the left side with an eerie metallic screech. All the more, the knives thrown had diverted from their paths, striking at three others. It would drive them on a nearby tree, sticking on them like threads and binding them to said trees.

Back at the leader, the claw shackle was zeroing quickly on it while the rattling around the camp had summoned more around, striking the ground like a demented octopus possessed by fury.