By some stroke of luck, he passed the mourning Ninetales, his deathly scent overbearing as he tottered past back into the midst of battle. The Harbinger saw nothing, understood little and simply waited. A huge, looming beast of nightmares sat quietly amongst the chaos, sensing vibrations in the ground as he awaited his moment. Soon, it came.
Sensing his victim’s presence, Tangrowth’s rotting arm suddenly burst from beneath the mass of tentacles and slammed into the unwitting medicham with a furious Power Whip. The psychic gave out a terrible cry, slammed mercilessly to the ground as its bones gave a terrible snapping on impact. Tangrowth squealed in delight, launching himself towards the fallen creature as his arms held his victim in a crushing grip. Despite her struggles, her screaming, Tangrowth’s grasp could not be broken – the Harbinger holding his prize before his hidden features.
Babbling some unintelligible cry of joy, Tangrowth’s tentacles slowly overwhelmed the medicham. Slithering into the creature’s mouth, hanging agape in a scream, he listened as she began to choke – his limbs voyaging ever deeper down her throat. Another set of tentacles slipped into her nostrils; more prying their way into her eye sockets, brutally removing the organs as a gush of blood trailed down her mutilated face. Tangrowth continued muttering jovially to himself, words akin to another language as a sudden, powerful movement of his tentacles put an end to the psychic’s short life.
Each appendage wandering within the confines of his victim’s head jerked in unison, the pressure destroying the psychic’s skull in a brilliant spurt of blood. The medicham moved no more; her head collapsed in on itself, eyes missing as fragments of skull and gore splattered to the floor below. Wasting no further time, Tangrowth dragged the lifeless body towards himself – consuming the creature greedily, triumphantly.
Content with his feast, gorged on the lives of the innocent, Tangrowth abandoned the scene. He left no remains of the psychic save for only a pair of eyes, still begging for mercy in a pool of blood.