Grinning as the overlapping energy barriers that Tamara and Arkain are generating wash over her, Kellus looks back at the shadowspawn as it starts to taunt Azlant and her.  "Oh, I'm sure you've probably heard something like that before.  On the other hand, you've never run into someone like me before, and now it's you're outnumbered."  Moving towards the creature, her hands held up in front of her before she dives forward.  Seizing as many of the thing's outstretched tendrils as she can, the silvery outline of her ethereal half splits off and grabs more of the tentacle-like protrusions, pulling in the opposite direction and drawing it tight between them.<br/><br/>Kellus can feel the tendrils trying to dig into her hands and arms, and is grateful for the energy that Tamara was giving her.  It wasn't going to last long against the spirit, but it was going to be more than enough for what she had in mind.  Or rather, what Azlant was about to do - all Kellus was doing was opening it up for him and stopping it from being able to fight back.<br/><br/>Charging forward, Azlant's maw opens wide just before he reaches it, and wraps around it, taking close to half of the ball of shadow in the first swallow.  Stretching and walking his jaws over it, it isn't long before with a final heavy swallow the malignant spirit was nothing more than a bulge slowly sliding down his neck.  Of course, given the fact that his form was somewhat transparent, the blob could be seen furiously struggling inside him.  It was already starting to lose definition though, and it wouldn't be long before Azlant fully digested it.<span style="font-style: italic">"Mmnf.  Filling, but these things never taste very good.  I've never run across one that I haven't been able to get down before; the only problem is getting it out of the host first."</span><br/><br/>Looking back at Tamara, Kellus glances down at the bulge in her trunk.  "Speaking of which, how is she doing?"