A lot of muscle, a lot of bone. Beleth's arrow jutting from one of it's many mouths, oozing brackish blood as it strains against the cage binding it. It bellows as Bull's ax strikes it's mark along it's twisted, fleshy belly. The cage stretches and snaps as it staggers free, a meaty fist (one of many) sliding into the cut to grasp at something yanking with the rending of wet flesh. Slippery, hissing entrails roll from the cut in a gnarled tangle, oily in the dim light of torches before it hurls the mass in a wide arc over Bull and whoever else is closest.

The Shades stagger, three stunned at the blow, two wheeling to flank Taas and Bull as they seem the easier targets without magic. Only for a moment are the remainder shaken by the spell before one shrieks words black and binding, a hex flaring to life under Korrin's feet. There is a moment before the spell takes hold in all it's wasting power; while the others shake themselves of her spell and speed along the bloodied ground to lash out with their jagged claws.