From behind him, a multi-limbed shadow jumped, dropping on a behie, and forcefully inserting its tentacles through its nose, eyes, and ears.
Copious amounts of blood erupted from the orifices, as the creature fell to the ground. It was done for.
[3/13 BEHIES]
It heard the cocking of the guns, and it moved to hide behind him. "Hey, if you can hear me, deal with the guys in white and with the guns. I will take care of everything. Focus on survival."
Ellianor warned the tentacle thing, which surprisingly, answered.
"cAN." It spoke in broken English, but it could be understood. The tentacle thing slittered away.
With a single wet, and dull noise, the clever was retrieved from the behie skull as the monsters closed in.
A scream came from one of the terminal slayers, a weapon flew in the air, alongside many, many magazines.
The clever was thrown like a giant throwing knife, against a graga that rose its shield.
