With the help of Suryasta, makes it out of this fuckpit

Black bodies and white masks.

The Grimm. Rising from the pitch the Goliath had spewed.

The same substance I was covered in.

As if in response to that, a hand clawed at my face.

I raised my hand to shield my eyes reflexively, even as limbs began to sprout from me like branches. Wholly independent from any type of body, they reached out, grasping and tangling with my limbs to try and restrict my range of motion. For a moment, they succeeded, growing in such numbers that I was nearly bound within a cocoon of dark flesh—but then I called to my Elementals. Suryasta appeared beside me, manifesting in a physical form as he grabbed one of the offending limbs, the touch of his fingers forcing black flesh to burn and melt. He tore limbs off like that even as I struggled within, twisting awkwardly to grab ahold of whatever I could and exert enough for to tear limbs loose. In seconds, we tore away maybe two dozen arms.