[center][h1][color=ff9900]Týfurkh[/color]
[color=fdc68a]Nieffar[/color][/h1][/center]

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Nieffar smirked as the man took aim with his crossbow. 

[color=fdc68a]"How cute."[/color] He mocked. [color=fdc68a]"You think your bolts will hurt m-"[/color] 

A flash of Insight cut Nieffar's words short. It foreshadowed. Warning of immediate danger.


Normally Týfurkh would not have deemed anyone trying to make a mock out of him while being threatened by a crossbow shot to be in full posession of his or her mental sanity, but honestly he wasn't so sure about Nieffar... The man had already displayed an awesome, or rather aweful ?, range of mighty abilities, so Týfurkh really couldn't be sure about not something happening.

Still he deemed a good shot to be his only chance of getting out of this damned tower in one piece, so Týfurkh tried his best to get ready as soon as possible. Loading while being halfway dragged around on the ground was difficult to say the least, especially with this humongous weapon of his, but he made progress.

But what now ? Something seemed to cut off the sightless in the midst of his words. Had something happened ? Týfurkh hoped so, since pretty much anything happening could only mean an improvement right now... With the bolt finally having been readied, his armored hand touched it gently before he started to take aim. For Nieffar's head. Týfurkh had not the slightest interest in this turning into half a kill or even just a minor injury. He wanted Nieffar to be blasted right into oblivion.

[i]Click.[/i]


Nieffar's brow raised in alarm. He reacted quickly to the vision. He moved his damaged hand in an effort to guard his face. The vision chanced. The result the same. 

[color=fdc68a][i]No![/i][/color] He thought. His ordinary movements were too slow! The man was moments away from launching the bolt!

The wrist to his hand extruded, inching his damaged hand just in time to connect with the now airborne bolt.

[i]Boom! Snap![/i]

Pain. Lots of Pain. Nieffar couldn't help but release a cry of pain. 

The Sightless found himself on his knees. The blow from the bolt tore about his wooden-like skin, snapping his left hand clean off. In its wake, it left a stump where there use to be a hand. A stump oozing with yellowish-green puss. 

Tiny black vines sprouted from his stump of a wrist. Most of them weaving together in an effort to clot the flow of puss oozing out. A few stray vines sprouted outwards in an effort to regrow his lost hand. 

A wave of rage washed over Nieffar. It was going to take time to regrow that hand. 

"You two, take out the-" Smit started.

[color=fdc68a]"Silence!"[/color] Nieffar shouted. The growth for his right fingers were at his current limits. He needed more leeway. 

Baring his teeth, Nieffar loosen his tendrils grip upon Tayla. He growled, [color=fdc68a]"Tend to the disgrace. I'll handle this one myself."[/color] 

Two clansmen dragged the wounded Tayla out from the capture of Nieffar's tendrils. As they did, he adjusted the growth on his fingers. Straightening the coils, used to hold Tayla, while extruding the tips of the tendrils that held the giant man. 

The tendrils snaked up the man's leg and beneath the folds of his armor. 

[color=fdc68a]"You little piece of filth..."[/color] Nieffar hissed, his tendrils snaking their way up towards the man's waist. [color=fdc68a]"Allow me to ask a personal question, yes?"[/color] 

The tendrils extended further under the man's belly. Their tips becoming razor sharp as they approached their destination. [color=fdc68a]"Do you prefer peeing standing-"[/color] The growth stopped at the man's crotch. [color=fdc68a]"-or sitting?"[/color]


Týfurkh remained silent, but his breathing was accelerating rapidly. He simply did not know anything reasonable to say at this point, but only stared at the tendrils that searched and found their way through the gaps in his armor, entering his very private area...

Should he continue to try to defend himself now or should he just give in, anxiously awaiting what might happen next and if Nieffar would truly pull through with his plan ? The possibility that the sightless' question might have been an honest one not even crossed Týfurkh's mind briefly. He expected it to happen and did not know what would come next.


[color=fdc68a]"Toss us the crossbow."[/color] Nieffar growled,