There was no playing with this crazed group, having established this fact. With one of them melting into a pool of ooze, and the other swinging so hard that the severed arm flies ahead, with him following. It was, to say the least, obvious the time for peace was out of the window. The Drow felt that there were going to be fundamental differences between him and the Monk, for the taste of blood on his lips drove another part of him over the edge. Without warning, he pumped both fists into the air, in defiance to the rushing attacker, a beastial roar of hatred passing his snarled features. The arm went short, landing at his feet, disrupting the smoke, before something snatched it away into the mist. 

The rushing man would find no luck this day, its heavy footsteps urging it on to the clouds surrounding Zakarius. The Drow purposefully receded, so his enemy would follow, inching backwards slowly. To say it worked was innapropriate in this situation, the frenzied man had nothing but murder on his mind, and would follow without beckon. But this one would get no farther than the very edge. Inches from the face of the Elf, as five, horned tip, tentacles rip through the haze. Two come from the left and right, each piercing and lodging into the bones of the man’s hips. Third and fourth came at an angle shoulder height, to pierce bicep. The fifth, would come straight down from overtop. The chitin stronger than steel, its wickedly sharp point piercing bone and brain matter as one. 

No sooner they pierced bone all over the body, did they pull back tight. Having lodged in tight, all tendrils jerked tight, holding the being inches from Zakarius face. Its body was so frenzied that still now the muscle spasmed, as if still lurching to kill him, though the life was far gone from its eyes. Zakarius would stop, leaning forward slightly, his right hand rising to the nose of dead piece of meat, swiping at the blood. 

“Such interesting results…” He whispered to himself, before all five tendrils of black alien flesh ripped outward, pulling all four appendages and the head from the torso with a sickening crunch, and a fountain of blood.