[i]The swordsman would be in for a surprise. The monster hadn't at all gone for the illusion, but the real thing. It couldn't see in the first place, so to it the illusion seemed like only a cloud that smelled like a human. It detected no solid mass with its sonar, and most importantly of all, no body warmth with its heat pits. No heat meant no fresh blood. 
James on the other hand didn't know how Shashous-Throth had not been tricked. Chances are the swordsman would have just gotten out into the open air, already contemplating his next strategy. Without warning a long, knobby arm flashed out of the smoke to swipe the swordsman's legs out from under him and bring him to the ground! If this occurred then the ichorous claw on the end of that arm would seek to latch on to one of the human's ankles before dragging him back into the smoke.
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