Sabers, Sleep and Slime
Darkness permeated everything and so the intruder grasped and thrashed in his spot. His dagger had been plucked out and spat out of the Black Slime's body as it began to trudge itself forward across the hallway. Whenever it 'consumed' something, its weight and density increased and it slunk slowly across the floor. In its core was the protocols left by its and right now it was order to expel this newcomer back into the chambers.
But then it paused. Within itself the slime began to feel the person continue to thrash and move as if trying to attack it. Almost ticklish. Their jabs and movements were sluggish, the individual was still struggling.
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