"It's all right now."
Ybur felt relieved in his heart, "It seems I have no head, so this guy can't deal with me."
While he was speaking, another thin rope rushed towards Temir. Ybur did not attempt to stop it but instead fitted one of his tentacles over Temir's head, creating a fake head. The rope, as expected, fell for the decoy and joyously lifted the pseudo-head upwards.
Shortly after, a new question mark appeared.
Two fruitless ropes dangled in the air, turning bewilderedly as if searching for their prey. They touched each other, seemingly whispering and discussing where they might have erred, but, obviously obtaining no answer, could only twist into more question marks. One of the ropes tried again to plunge down and, as expected, snagged another fake head, looking utterly confused. It scratched around here and there then suddenly, behaving as though convinced its prey had been stolen, lunged at the other empty rope.
Thus, the two ropes began to clash mid-air.