As Chris fell, seeping a trickle of red onto the arena floor, I licked my lips. "Look's like dinner is served..." however, something was not right. I was not sure of it's source, my senses good but unable to detect the covert healing, but something was wrong. However this simply makes the fight more interesting. Deciding to see if he's still up to the battle, I give a grin, and thrust down another tendril, which arcs through the arena floor. It bursts up moments later, this time, however, it is one of my many mouth tendrils, lined with miniature tentacle's of it's own to grasp at my prey.