The creature, after throwing the box, took a step forward in attempting to crush the swordswoman. The rocks beneath his feet went flying again, sending debris and every direction. But she jumped too early to be smashed and nimbly made her way up the monster.

It just raised it's arms up to be even with it's shoulders as she climbed, looking down on her with seemingly non existent eyes. The body seemed to be humming beneath her feet as she ran.

[color=fdc68a][i]The long limbed foe drew nearer, crawling onto him and making it's way up his body. He considered trying to smash it again, but for some reason the tiny creature was going right towards his mouth. He appreciated the courtesy. Unfortunately, the small native twisted around underneath his raised arms. He realized that it wasn't a courtesy, but another attempt to kill him. Of course it was. He felt stupid and disappointed. 
But it didn't matter, the native was still going to be killed.

He was also in need of a good meal, as well. Enough a tiny morsel such as his current foe would be able to give his system a little kickstart. Then things would start to feel more like home, once his being began to wake up again. But as for now, the plan must be commenced to thwart his tiny enemy.

He disjointed his head, the goop that made up his "face" evaporated and his head became a loose mass of tentacle. However, the difference between his head being one, and being several different limbs was visually minimal. But the practical application was vast. He felt the tiny native make it's way up his back. He prepared himself.[/i][/color]

The captain, still maintaining her high velocity, leaped upwards. Her sword shined. It would easily go straight through the monster's head, disabling it's brain and causing death. It would be over and done, just like that. She was in the air, about to bring her sword down, when suddenly...

It happened in slow motion. The monster's head, suddenly came apart, it became a violent explosion of worms, that opened up it's gaping maw where her momentum took her. From the ground, it would have looked like a frog plucking a fly from the air. It's face extended, surrounded her, spit out the sword, and reformed again before anyone could comprehend what was happening. It became apparent, now too late, that the head of the monsters did not have a face that was set in stone, but one that could break apart and rejoin at will. 

[color=fdc68a][i]The longer limb came apart, and began cutting up his insides. It hurt. He spat it out. But, he could feel the rest of the morsel being broken down, it's matter being converted to energy as soon as it entered the it's system. Like electricity, it ran down his body and he began to buzz. Bringing it alive again. Reminding each and every part of his body what it's only purpose was. To devour. [/i][/color]