False Seeker; Starbrand Essence

"AHH!" A shrill cry erupted from the swirling dust. Yur stepped aside, his heavy breaths punctuating the silence. Fresh blood stained his body, yet he felt no pain, there was no point in dwelling on it.

"STOP!" The cacophony of chomping and screaming reverberated through the air, but Yur remained motionless, waiting. His Ashen Grasp encircled his arms, poised to strike at a moment's notice.

Before long, the dust began to settle, revealing the winged man. Half of his body was missing, and a monstrous mouth gnashed wildly, attempting to devour more of him.

With his remaining arm, the winged man tried to shove the ravenous maw away, but Yur advanced steadily. In one swift, forceful motion, he seized the man's arm and, with a powerful tug, tore it from his body, flinging it aside with a cry of "AHHHH!"