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

By the time the sightless' tendrils once again had made their way below his armor, his trousers and even below his body's outer layer that was his skin in order to make him bleed at a rather important place, Týfurkh had mentally been ready to follow Nieffar's commands. There simply was no point in pretending any longer that he might still be in reach of control here. The guards did not seem to be all too impressed by his explaining efforts, so things were definitely lost for him. Maybe it was worth it as long as this would help make the others survive ?

Some weird looking being hit the bell, then [i]flew[/i] nearby the sightless and himself before disappearing somewhere behind his back where he couldn't see. Wasn't that a familiar ? A familiar he already knew ? A spark of hope, and when suddenly he could hear the screams of first one, then a second man and the clashing of metal roaring up behind his back where the guards were it turned into a fire. Was the party indeed trying a rescue attempt ? Then why were they fighting the city guards ? That didn't make sense. So maybe one of the cultists could not hold back ? If that was the truth it probably was the one act of idiocy Týfurkh would remember for potentially having saved his life.

The giant had already retracted his feet closer to where he sat as the first step of getting up, but before he could continue the sightless threatening him started to face other issues than him. Ohhh that looked pretty nasty... that was... pretty enjoyable from his own perspective. Had he ever seen Lynx in that form before ? Definitely not, but it had that certain aspect of awesomeness as he found in that moment. Unfortunately it wasn't allowed to last long as Nieffar's furious and seemingly aimless attacks finally improved and hit the familiar hard.

Týfurkh could hear someone telling him to run. He certainly would have done that in a normal situation, but as he saw Lynx threatened to be crushed and Sil doing what she could in order to prevent that from happening that simply didn't feel right. It would likely mean leaving the familiar to his impending doom while saving his own life happily. Aside from this Týfurkh also was flat-out pissed off. It had not sufficed for Sightless Nieffar to just threaten him like ordinary people would have done. No, Sightless NIeffar had done it in a way only somewhat wicked people would do and tried to deprive him of his dignity on the spot!

When else would be a good opportunity to hit if not now with Mr. Tree-Skin's attention being divided between two additional attackers and his body's embedded tentacles being diverted towards freshly torn wounds ? Speaking of which... maybe damaging Nieffar's damage control was the first step towards make him stop healing and start suffering!

Týfurkh continued the process of getting up, but altered it from the slow and obedient execution of a given order to a buildup of forward momentum. He rammed himself into the sightless and tried to reach for the tentacles which were trying to plug up the newly gained wounds. His intention was to pull at them with all of his strength in order to rip them off. People said that once puss had started to flow by itself one should allow it to flow and preferably out of the body than back into it. The case was very clear here!