Somehow, the man seems to be evading the grasp of your spell... and in fact, he's able to make a five foot step back even, forcefully yanking your blade free of his stomach and holding up a hand at you.<br/><br/>"MMm... truly delicious." He says, even as blood leaks from the strange, bite-like marks around his wound. "You could be an artisan of pain, if you weren't so damned intent on following my lord's dear sister..."<br/><br/>Calmly, the man raises his hand... and you hear the earth begin to crack behind you. Such a sound is never good... and when you look down, you see why. Pitch-dark tentacles are bursting up from the ground with astounding speed and force... and one of them loops around your waist, squeezing<em>tight...</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">You take 8 points of damage, pre-DR, and are now grappled. The space between you and him is part of the spell, and he's standing on its edge...</div></div>