Directed by primal instincts there was no room left for reason.
The third party's presence had become clear, but a sapient response had become impossible.
Instead the tentacles where simply incorporated in the chaotic symphony of violence.
A head that couldn't find the right spot on the saurian found a tendril instead and clenched it's jaws, biting trough the acid, savoring the sharp burning sting.
The other tendrils that wrapped around his shielded back met tooth and claw on the other side.
One talon snatched a tendril and as the acid seared he shoved it into center of the mass of energy forming in the open maw, forsaking it.
Ujauja had reached his high point and with the red mist in his many eyes he bit the creature's neck twice and tore out it's jugular in two directions.