The woman with a robe was being pulled by her arm, the sticky tongue was dragging her across the room as the tall woman got back on her feet. She saw the features of the monster change, their height wouldn't match anymore, the strength advantage she thought obvious was nothing now that even the width of her heavy armor was shadowed by her opponent.
She fastened the strap around her damaged arm and swung her sword toward the elongated tongue, but it was too late.
The steel gauntlet that protected her hand was crushed under a colossal pressure, Oswald's jaw dug through the armour and because the meat was long rotten, he spat it away.
Now fighting with his full hybrid form, he felt surge of strength invade every of his muscles as he used the momentum of his jump to get closer to the male listener. He tried the same attack that pierced through his flesh a few seconds earlier.
