Birds of a FeatherTal'shen managed to knock the weapon out of Maya's hand with one of the human's mangled arms. The dazzling scales rapidly formed up Paul's—no, Tal'shen's—face. The sacs that had popped on Paul's shoulders were now slowly reforming to create more tentacles. The remaining hand now had sharp talons that it used to swipe at Maya. Maya dodged the claws and made for the door. Tal'shen insisted that Maya stay by wrapping its claws around her ankle and tripping her.
"StAy!" Tal'shen grunted. The whites of its eyes were burning red. "LYsAnnA nEeDS yOu!"
"Well, I don't need her!" Maya said.
A viscous black matter bubbled out of the gaping flesh on Paul's forearm, and formed a gummy but strong hand in place of the weak one that now lay limp on the floor. When Tal'shen grabbed Maya's other ankle, Maya found it impossible to pull herself out of the creature's grip; it was as if the substance was some type of glue. Then the gooey substance started to engulf all of the wounds on Paul's body to start