Adrian roared in pain and anger, flat on his stomach from the tendrils tripping him. Now he was bleeding from several places all over his body, however he didn't quit. He spat," you both are pathetic." He struggled to his knees then pushed himself to his feet, using his sword to do so. He swung his sword at the tendrils, intending to cut them. He doubted it would have an effect. Blood was dripping into his good eye, worsening his already bad sight.