Herriman pulled his other foot out with relate ease, noting that Priroda was leaving behind her hammer and preparing to advance on him. He still had some of the sizzling energy around him, not yet having expended all of the energy from the spell. The remaining energy jumped to Setrak, and Herriman slowly walked out of the quicksand zone, eyeing priroda. It seemed the games were finally going to stop, and he'd be able to see just how powerful one of these twins were. It was the whole reason he'd challenged them individually, because it would be nigh suicidal to fight two foes at once whose power levels were a mystery to him. 

The sickle was an interesting weapon indeed. With a style based on grappling and pulling your opponent, Herriman wondered how Priroda would even fathom she could drag him down. Still, it would seem that if there was any one specific time not to underestimate her, it would seem this was it. The small wink she gave to her sister gave Herriman something to think about. Was she about to use some kind of special technique, or a unique sickle fighting style?

Regardless, his shield arm wouldn't do him much good here, at least not in it's current state. With some sickening cracking and squelching noises, his shield arm returned to more or less the shape of an arm, except from the flesh (and the flesh on the rest of his body, as a matter of fact) sprouted hooks of chitinous material of random lengths and directions. The fingers on the ex-sheild arm's hand split off from each other, and Herriman ended up with a fleshy, five-tendriled whip of sorts at the end of that arm, covered in barbs and blades. 

Raising his axe to the air, he charged at Priroda once more, except this time, he expected not to make it there, and prepared to phase shift again just in case.