Kul heard the sound of the crossbow priming, and smiled. These fools truly had no idea what it was they were getting into.
He spread his arms wide, showing that he was unarmed, as if it weren't obvious. He took deliberately slow steps forward, towards the man in heavy armor. The distance wasn't great, only a few more paces and he'd be nose to nose with him.
But he didn't need to be. He suddenly shot both arms toward him, and as he did they were wrapped in those same dark tendrils as before. They lengthened and thinned, bladed barbs ribbing the entire length as they shot forward
One of these deadly, bladed tentacles wrapped itself around the mans sword hand, the extra length twirling itseld around the actual blade. The other speared straight through the mans helm, through the visor, his face, and out the back, then wrapping around his torso.
Kulthanos pulled both arms back, and one removed the mans hand and blade. The other pulverized his skull, sundered his armor, and sawed through him like his armor was made of cheese.
The tentacle that had grabbed the sword released it to allow it to fly, spinning end over end, toward Kulthanos. With greater speed than before, he retracted the bladed tentacle, morphed it into a normal arm again, and caught the sword by its hilt.
Quickly he turned, and with strength that belied his stature, launched the sword toward the crossbowman.
At the same time, a crossbow bolt found Kul's neck, while a sword blade found the others face.
The Guardian ripped the bolt the rest of the way through his neck, and looked to the first man, seeing only a writhing black mass as his physiology transformed the corpse into more of whatever Kul was. He pulled this mass toward him, and summarily absorbed it into his body.
He lowered his arms, the entire exchange having lasted less than ten seconds. Looking to Evelynn, be gave a small smile.
"...there was fear... But no pain. If it's all right with you
.I'm taking the clothes off of that one." He jerked a thumb to the corpse with the crossbow.