1 hour ago, Stygian said:
"Well, let it be done."
The warrior, still reeling, feels the presence of something around him. Rather, the tendril arms on the back do, which have their own limbs and claws. Thrusting backwards into a lunge like a wild beast, past the falchion to rip and tear and rend...
... the opponent, getting past that weapon. The man seems almost limp at this point, burnt and wavering, and it's the thing on the back doing the true fighting at this point. Gnawing and gnashing like an octupus crinking up a squid, gruesome and savage and getting blood all over.
The knight sizes up everyone else while his back armament has its feast.