Dodges Scisoi's tounge

At first I thought he had spat something out at me, but I soon realized that this was his tongue. It was at least six feet long, thick and purple, and covered with sharp spines, each like a thin hook. It rasped hard against the rock wall to my right, reducing the top layer to pebbles and dust. Had that made contact with my face, it would have ripped the flesh from the bone.

I took three rapid steps backward.

B10 C26