[color=ff9900][center][h3]Týfurkh[/h3][/center]

"You goddamn, freakin', mischievous, ignorant, foul beast from hell!"[/color] There hardly would not have been a curse Týfurkh would not have been willing to try out in terms of throwing it at the sightless' head. He had made it, [i]almost[/i]. The feeling of freedom and, at least halfway, safety had already been within his grasp when these... tentacles ?... had successfully reached out for his leg and caused him to hit the floor once more, hard.

Well at least his nose wasn't bleeding again and what looked like drastically elongated fingers seemed to be injured by his magic, but apparently neither of these circumstances would come to his aid now if he would not manage to get rid of them [i]and[/i] get out of their apparent, dramatic range. Týfurkh slammed one of his thick steel boots against the other one, trying to wedge in part of the sightless' fingers between them and to cause a lot more pain and injury.

Or should he try to bite ? As far as he knew the jaw was pretty much the strongest muscle available in a human body, but unfortunately the elongated fingers were wrapped around his leg which wasn't exactly a well reachable position for that if one's movement was limited. So, trying to do some multi-tasking, Týfurkh attempted to ge this crossbow ready while ramming his boot again and again against the sightless' extended body part. If they'd start to drag him in they'd at least also give him a chance to shoot. Even though he was pretty hopeless if this would help much at this point.