@ImportantNobody

As Umbard seized his weapon, the creature twisted partway around. It cocked its head in his direction, saliva and blood slopping off its loose maw, ragged ears perked up. Suliss's left arm hung from its lips, though of the sorcerer, Umbard would only be able to see the man's feet jerking spastically. The monster's features were nearly indistinguishable from the wrinkled mass of its face, glistening lumps rippling and bunching as strange muscles and tendons creaked within its cartilage skull. Two flaps parted on either side of its head and its eyes emerged. They were larger than softballs, as black and wet as the eyes of a rat. They bulged obscenely, the meat and corded muscle around the eyes flexing out with them as if large, clumsy fingers were trying to push its eyes out of their sockets from the inside, a child trying to deform the rubbery head of a dollar store hand puppet. Time seemed to dilate, the moment stretching out as the black eyes began to roll backwards, dull yellow sclera pushing into view. Umbard would know without knowing that things could end terribly if he kept looking. He'd have a moment to look away, only a split second warning to take his eyes off the monster's face.

If Umbard decided not to flinch and risk failing in his attack, then once the Magna Pater's eyes had swiveled back into place he'd see that it had his eyes set in its head, a perfect variation of Umbard's eyes, only grotesquely enlarged to fit the monster's sockets. They were luminous in the semi-darkness, baleful and brimming with cold life and a vacant regard, wide to the point of being nearly circular. Umbard would be able to feel its stare as if it were a physical presence, thousands of fuzzy insectile feelers fluttering and crawling and prickling at his skin. Umbard still had his eyes, but the Magna Pater had them too, they shared them. He'd feel its sticky vitality inside of his chest, merging with him in ways that could only be felt, not understood. It felt like rape, rape that had somehow managed to surpass itself and transcend into something almost magnificent in its capacity to disease and defile. There'd be no impediment to Umbard's charge, not if he was intent on following through. It was certainly bad, but the feeling would pass in a flicker. As for the Magna Pater, it seemed content to wait and see if the warrior was going to continue his assault. It slurped Suliss's arm into its mouth like a damp noodle, engorged neck pulsating downwards as it sucked the entire limb into its shivering body.

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Evvie would have to ascend the Magna Pater's towering hill of slimed bones to get within reach of the ceiling, and somehow move from stalactite to stalactite to get to the opening.

@Doc Doctor

Evvie’s keen eyes managed to catch sight of a way up through the gruesome mess that made up the walls of the cave. Although she had little experience in climbing, having limited need in the past due to easily traversing heights thanks to her now damaged wings, her powerful muscles allowed her to begin the ascent with little difficulty, at least for her current surroundings. Although each and every handhold she gained was disgusting to say the least, it was thankfully within her personality to be able to push through such factors as she focused on getting out of this mess in order to not only help herself but also her ally. She got dirty all the time. Sure, slime of questionable origin and the remains of what had once been children were far worse of a mess to wade through than dirt, but as long as she didn’t think too hard about it then she’d be okay. Perhaps the vile foe would even underestimate how quickly she could transcend this obstacle and she could get the drop on him! She relished the thought of such revenge.

Meanwhile, Umbard felt something he hadn’t in quite a while. Was he intimidated so badly that he couldn’t even face his opponent? Nonsense! But still he couldn’t….it was a tactical halt in his plans; he refused to admit it was from fear. He managed to force his gaze downward just in time. Down to his bulging muscles and the weapon he held as his thundering feet came to a halt within fifteen feet from the foe. Gripping his weapon tight he let out a war cry at the top of his lungs, turning his gaze back up to the monster’s flank that was his original target and his target once more now that he had newfound determination to strike. And strike he would attempt, a downward slash with all his might once he got within range. He made sure not to look at the eyes again. Not until he was sure he wrung the life out of them.