"I...I fear I am not sure how," Cehd'ra confesses. The way he uses magic has always been instinctive, to have those instincts turn out wrong is more than a little jarring. Still, something to worry about outside the house.

Cehd'ra reacts to the sudden movement from the creature without thinking, bodily putting his hands on He Ming and pushing him away. If the thing tries to hurt them it will find Cehd'ra first, giving the other a chance to run. Yet Cehd'ra's underestimated just how fast the thing can be, his ankle yanked out from under him and dropping him to the floor. In that same moment more tentacles search the air, twisting and wrapping themselves around the first things they hit...which happen to be He Ming.

It finds his arms and chest, winding around both and pulling him with the same strength it has hold of Cehd'ra with, lifting him off the floor. Cehd'ra meanwhile puts up his own struggle, scrambling to stop himself from being pulled back while cursing himself for not having a dagger on him.