[center][h1]Plot Point[/h1][/center] [hr] The bolt flew true. Straight through the heart on one of the three larger tendrils connected to what used to be Lord O'Kal. The bolt seemed to meet some resistance when it contacted the exposed heart, but regardless, the power behind the point blank ripped the heart free from the tendril. The Seed roared. [color=fdc68a]"Y-Y-YOU... CANNOT... W-WE... WILL NOT..."[/color] The world froze for everyone but Týfurkh. As if time itself stopped. [color=8493ca]"Nice shot."[/color] Said a voice, coyly. A man materialized in front of Týfurkh. It was the same man who had given Týfurkh the drawings of Chres and the rest that night before the day of madness. [color=8493ca]"Better mind those ribs though."[/color] The long absent man continued with a smug grin on his face as if in mockery. Then just as soon as he appeared, the Being vanished. Time rushing back in on itself. [hr] [center][h1][color=00aeef]Chres[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] [color=00aeef]"Týfurkh! Look out!"[/color] Chres yelled. The giant man had blessedly taken out one of the six hearts belonging to the seed. However, in the time that Týfurkh had managed to get close, the several smaller tendrils had already fully regenerated. The newly regenerated tendrils sharpened into razor thin blades and slammed into the earth behind the seed, cut through stone and carving out a chunk of rock the size of a man's chest. As Týfurkh fled from the seed it struck back by lunging several of its smaller tendrils into the earth and forcing Týfurkh to dodge their strike. But that was only a faint. the real counter attack came from the small boulder, which it swung like a club and catching Týfurkh in the side of his chest. There was a loud clang from the man's armor as the blow tossed him to the side. Chres made a mad dash to Týfurkh and blocked the follow up strike with a heat construct he threw up in front of the man. He looked to Týfurkh and winced. The man's armor was dented around the chest. He could only hope that Týfurkh wasn't too badly injured. [color=00aeef]"Go! Quickly!"[/color] He said to Týfurkh as the tendrils started banging against the construct with force like before. [color=00aeef]"It would be bad if I loose another heat construct to this thing."[/color] The seed roared. Banging is tendrils again and again against heat construct. Two of its larger tendrils shot upwards crashing through the cellar's ceiling directly above Chres and Týfurkh. The tendrils seemed to tighten and wrap around something. What was it tugging downwards on? The ceiling beams?! Chres cursed, and quickly dissipated the construct. He barely managed to dodge the Seed's next few strikes as he scrambled to get away. [color=00aeef]"Go Týfurkh! It's pulling down the ceiling on us!"[/color] The ceiling immediately above Chres and Týfurkh collapsed. Chres dove for cover...