Aluren let out a deep sigh of relief upon seeing she was alright, though with attention now drawn to the bulbous tail, he wasn't sure what to do with it. Without a word, he'd rush the sack as  the creature lay still, his eyes wildly scanning the sac  for something -anything- that would tell them of its use. As the souls of the maidens were absorbed, the  sack took in a blue glow that revealed a darker form within. It seemed humanoid as a hand clawed at the sack  to attempt escape.<br/><br/>There was no hint as to whether or not stabbing the sack would cause an explosion of any sorts but he didn't like the idea of whatever was inside was absorbing the souls of the maidens. An almost envious desire overcame him, a lust for the souls regardless of where they came from, his true hunger was growing. Taking his sword, he'd bring it back, only to slam it down on the piece that connected the sac though with no luck. "The souls!" he cried out, now looking up toward the singular face that was in front of the tumorous mass. The assault on the tail caused the creature to stir to life, slowly attempting to push itself upright with one arm. "isalisk! Kill it!" He'd call out, knowing she was far faster and capable of reaching the upper face before it was too late.<br/><br/>The remaining faces sobbed out of sync, their voices distorted perversions of what they once were. Blood continued to pour out, causing the already pale form to become even more so as life slowly left it, though not fast enough to bring them out of harms way.  Isalisk would have mere moments as it already found the strength and rise up.