As soon as this pitch-black gas made contact with the slimy sucker of the oblivious great general, it soundlessly penetrated his skin, seamlessly seeping through his pores. Even the oily substance shielding the alien from Jake's radiation was powerless to hinder this thing.
For about ten seconds, the majestic Wengol showed no difference in its demeanor, continuing to stare unblinkingly at the Shining Mutant towering arrogantly over them from above.
Then something occurred that ended the standoff.
All of a sudden, the revered great general faltered, dropping his heavy spear and tumbling with a deafening metallic crash. The huge Wengol toppled forward, falling on all fours, then was seized by a fierce coughing fit. Sprays of blood and other bits of flesh painted the grass of the plain below him.