>>5309230>6The tongue-tyrant is an opportunist, as one might expect of an ambush predator. As before, it strikes for the smaller target first: its tongue sweeps the ground, knocking Ivno’s legs out from under him almost immediately. He lets loose a wail of panic and despair, which seems melodramatic until you realize that the tendril-tongue has him tied at the tail, and is even now pulling him towards the hungering horror.
“As if I would allow that,” you scoff.
>14 vs 3It is the monster’s turn to cry out in fear and pain as you stomp your boot down upon its tongue, pinning it in place and preventing any further effort to eat your bite-sized companion. The bloated, toad-like thing attempts to rear back, to pull its tongue free, but you lean all your weight into your foot, and grip the root of its tongue for added leverage. IT hopelessly, pitifully pulls against your might, but it is a losing battle
…Well, for now. Even now, you can feel your strength waning. The Dragonshape is losing its potency.
You waste no more time. Instead, you command Ivno: “Grab the tongue! Pull, with me!”
He scrambles to his feet, liberated by the panicking beast as it focuses its effort on you. Though he is small, and not especially muscular, Ivno’s extra effort is the small advantage you need to wrench the damned blob-thing towards you. As it stumbles forward, flailing, you release your own grip and steps into its slimy embrace. You raise your sword and let the force of your thrust join with the weight of momentum of your forward-falling foe, and impale the damned thing upon your elven moon-blade.
>18 vs 5The creature thrashes and bucks, desperately swatting at you, but you are too close for either of your comfort—and, more importantly, in a spot its stubby limbs struggle tor each. Ivno releases the tongue, no longer able to hold it with only his own strength, but it its rage and terror the beast ahs lost control of its primary weapon, which waves in the air and fops about uselessly. With a wrathful roar, you use the last of your spell-strength to crave your uncanny blade upward and out of the beast, splitting it from groin through gut to gaping mouth. Blood and guts spill forth, tarnishing your beautiful armour… But also ending this vile and verminous villain. As you step back to avoid being crushed by the tottering troglodyte, you are shocked and appalled to see spools and spools of further tongue, and powerful attaching muscles, revealed from the gaping wound where you bisected it.
