Feeling the tongues give as Shula slashed through them, he swore he could feel the wind from her swat go past his face. As he backed away he yelled at her.<br/><br/>“Watch where you swipe those damn things!”<br/><br/>Pulling the tongues from his neck and arm, the tongues seemed to stick, the ridges catching roughly on his flesh. The saliva didn’t seem acidic, but it did burn a little. Like slightly too warm water. Where the tongues were, light red marks marred the flesh, and he hoped they weren’t permanent.<br/><br/>“Don’t forget you two are supposed to be working together,” chimed Sam over the intercoms.<br/><br/>“Fuck off Sam! Shula, blow some fire in its mouth on three!” Faelan yelled as he charged the thing while it was distracted. He counted in his head, stabbing it in the side as he hit the count of three, pretty sure his blade had cleared through to the other side.