OT: Did the one organ robber Mini-Majin manage to escape successfully?
IC: Sasheem's eyes widened as he hushed his Naga Palm to sprout extra appendages ti hold off the tendrils, though the seven he now sported didn't seem to be enough.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!" Sasheem thought in in a panic. He could only hope that the remaining Mini-hum could make it up there in time. Whether he did or not, Sasheem still figured he should think of way to improvise to improve this increasingly unfortunate situation.