The thing that dropped from the ceiling was slimy and bulbous. It was a dark green color and shaped and moved just like a terrestrial slug, but larger. It snaked it's way towards Ty, it's greasy head wrapping around his toned ankle and slowly shimmying it's way up to his thigh. The creature left an intoxicating ooze in it's wake; Ty lost feeling in every part of his body it touched.
Ty fought valiantly against the wall of force, but his Elfen body was no match against a trap of this quality. He screamed for help, he screamed for mercy and as if on command he felt the wall of force finally give way.
Collapsing to the ground, the elf ranger found himself unable to move. His left leg had been left numb and useless by the creatures slime. It seemed Ty's arms had been indirectly weakened as well by the venom now coursing on in his veins attempts to tug the slug from his body were done in vain.
There was little he could do as the creature made its way towards...