((guessing combat is over, so . . .))<br/><br/>Setsun struggles and cries as he's grabbed yet again, pulled close to the foul creature by the appendages. No, it couldn't end like this. Not again. Not for those sick people in the crowds. He screamed out as the creature's tongue moved across his chest, foul and slippery and stinking of the creature's breath. "No, dammit, no! Please no!" The lashed out as best he could against the creature, screaming his lungs out.