Grey howled as though he was having the time of his life. He zipped through the air, leaving lines of white gold in his wake.
SSSKREEEEEEE!
Caldrin shrieked, lashing out with a tentacle. Ink coated it, he was clearly being a lot more cautious. His body had already turned as black as his ink, and now he was producing more of it purely for defensive purposes.
He gave up on attacking from a distance entirely, focusing everything on slashing down what was right before him.
Grey twisted through the air and his flight path suddenly shifted, spiralling around the tentacle that pierced for him.
He left thin cuts all along its surface, slashing it apart as though it was worth next to nothing.
Before Caldrin could sigh in relief that his defensive skill had done its job, tendrils of white gold exploded from it.
BANG.
Chi. Chi. Chi. Chi. Chi.
The tentacle was sliced to pieces and Grey slammed both feet first right into Caldrin's head.
BOOM.
