Asura watched the brief scuffle between the Dire Rat and Jason. It got a good bite in before something cracked. Probably its neck considering the death speed. A tad disappointing but it did what he wanted, it took down his health at least a little bit. Some of the Fanged Lizards poison landed on him and it burned a bit. A slight shift and he scraped it off on the dirt as he avoided the next projectiles nimbly. It was like dodging snowballs thrown by kids back in the real world. Except snowballs didn't hurt unless the kid was a rock packing prick. Those ones got eaten by snowmen.

A feminine voice rang out, one of the Dire Rats from before was speaking. He could see Mother Slime looked well and Ardur was there. Still, Asura was not going to let this go and his aggressive posture did not change. [color=red]"To keep her safe this shithead needs to die!"[/color] He hollered back as he darted in. His body seemed to split apart before four ten foot long tendrils took shape. They were thin and pointed, looking like a rapier while the base of his body remained mobile.

Each of those tendrils whipped about for a moment before coming at Jason quickly. It was like being attacked by four people at once and rapiers were not something people from 2018 fought against. The spikes thrust at Jason, going to puncture as deep as they could and occasionally one would whip across the surface of him to leave deep scratches. Certain rapiers held no edge, true, but that tip was always razor sharp.

Assuming a rapier plunged in it would change into a clawed hand. Grasping at whatever it could within the other slime. Was he hunting for items? Or a core of some sort? Or just to rip out some of Jason's inner goo to weaken him further? Only Asura and his madness knew right now. And for those paying attention, no Asura was not remaining stationary during all this, he was constantly dancing around Jason to prevent him from running away again. The movements were swift but no movement was wasted, no energy lost without doing something important.