[@RaeoftheLight]Moesha and her tentacle near the sturdy church where all the citizens have barred themseves in. Just a little to the left is a circle of burly men laying sprawled out and injured on the floor, presumably the drunkard from the inn's friends.
It looked as Moesha wouldn't cut through the band in time but in the last seconds it snapped apart and the tendril fell.

Azerus was suddenly there ready to catch her should she need it, the tentacles he was battling lifeless on the floor.

[i]"what now?"[/i] he asks her as he looks around at the carnage then settles his eyes on the church.