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	"[color=8dc73f]Well then, this is a surprise. I smell burnt flesh, and mangled bone. Tell me, are you doing this out of altruism or do you step from the shadows for a different reason, kin?[/color]" The Cultist asks, before turning to look at the creature who grip their tentacles in his. He felt them squeeze, and it was almost like a tender moment of interlocking fingers while holding hands, and squeezing with all you could. Of course, it was nowhere near as innocent, rather a test of strength. The Cultist obliged this test, and squeezed back himself, and he was very strong. Unnaturally so, the tentacles pulsing with a wave of heat as more blood flowed to them, inflating the muscle even further.

	"[color=8dc73f]Either way, I must now show you how foolish your little attack was. I doubt this will kill you...but it'll hurt.[/color]" Sneered the Masked monstrosity as it flicked its mass of tentacles which bound it and Giliman together, sending the poor creature flying into a nearby wall, then into another, across the floor, and then overhead to the otherside of the cultist. "Tell me when you yield, and we'll talk possible recruitment. We could always use more like myself..." The Cultist calls out to Giliman, not in a condescending tone of domination, but as if he was extending an olive branch.

	Those fleeing from the Cultist could catch glimpses of Giliman's form being tossed around by their former assailant, perhaps they'd feel bad. Maybe the sight of the monsters fighting each other might make them relieved. Either way, their escape was no doubt assured unless some other entity intervened.