One of the tendrils was tugging Number Three's shoulder, somehow stopping his large war machine-like armour from moving.
“Must have got caught in the armour.” he guessed as he went to sever it with his sword.
The sword was so fast that it caused a silver flash; sand was blown away from the speed.
Unfortunately, as he swung his sword, the mushroom tendril strangely slid around the blade.
The tendril was completely unaffected; It was like it was both rubber and a thick steel wire, holding him in place.
Number Three frowned.
He had seen things impervious to melee attacks in dungeons before, so he guessed this must be something like it.
Of course, a mage hunter was prepared for such an occasion.
Lifting up one gauntlet, a segment of his armour folded back, revealing a small hidden compartment behind it holding two small blue beads of gem stone.
They seemed to shine, almost like a storm was brewing under the surface of them.