Dolphusâ whitened face quick grew red as the blood rushed to his head, the seemingly flimsy tentacle proving significantly stronger than he had anticipated as it dragged him higher and higher into the air. The flat of his blade rattled against his forehead as it swung down, his fingers still pinching his military cape in place.
Itâs a good thing I didnât lose a Leg and have it replaced with a Bird Leg. That would be awful, and I have no idea how I would hide that. Or how I would expect this tentacle to stick something with feathers instead of fabric. Maybe it would just pull the feathers out? Thatâd be even worse.
Is it working? Am I not looking down? Oh no my head is moving oh gosh here it comes oh yikes
His heart was about to creep out of his mouth. A scream tried to force its way out, but the muscles around his throat turned it into a gasping squeal. This, this was it. He was about to die. It would drop him, and he would hit the water, his head would split open, and that would be it.
This giant tentacle holding him hostage would release him from its unholy grip, sending him hurtling down to the waterâs surface, where his neck would rip apart upon impact, and that would be the end.
This monstrous limb would free him from its grasp, escorting him downwards into the endless abyss below, where he would be broken in so many ways there wouldnât be enough pieces left to fill a bottle.
So⌠Why didnât he feel anything?
The world below him flattened out into a bizarre, moving canvas, the terror of depth perception lost, all fear for the moment being unhealthily blanketed under a cold and callous mask of Gorov steel. Turning his eyes back to the sky, Dolphus eyed the tentacle holding him hostage with an icy glare, the scene below him lost in the recesses of his mind, traumatic trenches dug into his psyche filled with whatever could fit in the gap.
It didnât matter what happened.
Pulling the military cape into his mouth, he bit down to keep it in place as he reeled back with his sword and swung in a large arc at the massive tentacle holding him hostage above the world. Remember my sting, monster. If no one else can recall my being, live to remember how I hurt you.