[If there's any of him left in there, it's not enough to make a difference. His limb sweeps around, intercepting the fireball, just the way any creature would acting perfectly on instinct. Someone throws something: you catch it.
Even fire.
As that limb hits the fireball, two of his other spiked limbs lash down at her from the left, stretching out to embed the spikes in her flesh and drag her in.]
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Even fire.
As that limb hits the fireball, two of his other spiked limbs lash down at her from the left, stretching out to embed the spikes in her flesh and drag her in.]