[center][h1][b][color=c4df9b]Tayla[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

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Nieffar curled his lip into a sneer. Under his breath, Tayla heard him mutter [color=fdc68a]"Too slow..."[/color] 

An echoing of noise erupted in the far end of the room. Nieffar's tendrils cracked, spewing several chips of that black bark-like skin of his.

Nieffar retracted his damaged fingers back to his hand. A sickly greenish-yellow ooze pussed out from beneath the missing bits of his fingers. 

A few of the cracks began to mend themselves. Tiny black vines sprouted from the wounds, weaving together and clouting the wound. 

His hand began to shake. Perhaps from the pain. Perhaps from anger. Regardless, Nieffar paid his damaged hand little more than wince. Instead, he extruded the tips of the tendrils he had wrapped around Tayla's body.

The tendrils shot towards the giant man, already out the door. They wrapped around his leg and yanked backwards. 

[color=fdc68a]"That hurt."[/color] Nieffar growled.