[i]Zande's hyposthenian eruption tore him loose of the bindings, but also allowed Tanya to slip free of his clutches. Both axes were snatched up in an instant as the heaving parody of a man once more came upon Tanya. If she tried to bombard him with the feathers, this time he'd be ready. The cannibal's senses were honed to the utmost and he could pick them apart from the darkness. The twin weapons would whir into a flurry of mad strokes, none of the inky projectiles getting past the broad blades and the headhunter's steel mask. He was like a black tidal wave of smoke, all consuming and revealing nothing. He'd be aiming to rush in upon her, getting as close as possible before he made his move.[/i]