The severed ends of the tentacles squirmed violently, dividing into two, then four, transforming into finer tentacles that wrapped around the Iron Feather, struggling to hold it, but soon the blazing white flames rose, burning them all off. Yet the powerful regenerative ability, let the threat follow closely behind.
"By rounding up, aren't we inside this monster's mouth?"
Lorenzo sliced through the tentacles rising from the ground with one sword, kicking forcefully to shake off the red lines already wrapped around his legs.
[If you are willing to put your wild ideas into breaking the situation, I would be very happy.]
As Watson spoke, the Flame Holder grabbed Lorenzo and shot out a hook, moving quickly. As they left, the deep and empty corridor began to collapse section by section, or rather, "close in."
