His arm charred and disintegrated in the blighted red light. But Ujauja was too busy devouring the saurian to care.
Until the lion share was torn from his grasp and devoured in front of him.
In a bout of ill advised fiery wrath Ujauja burst form the tendrils and lunged down at the pit of teeth.
With his nine heads stretched out to down below with jaws wide open he unleashed a volley of nine Ceros.
The shell on his back split open with a sickening crack and cellophane wings carried him around tendrils, descending down towards the razor sharp end as he rained red death from his mouths. He landed to the side of the maw and immediately his arms took hold, grabbing on to fangs and eyelids as his other arms started to dig himself into the loose sand. Taking hold of the side of the aberration Ujauja dragged himself down into the white sandy depth.
Taking debilitating chunks from the bases of tendrils he encountered he reached deeper and deeper.