The creature's instinct to wrap some of it's tentacles around whatever is nearby (in this case, Grok's fingers) turns out to be a fatal mistake. Once it had wrapped, it gave Grok the extra friction he needed to hold tightly onto parts of the creature despite the slime. Grok grimaces, and his arm and chest muscles bulge impressively a moment before there is a wet snapping, tearing sound. An unearthly squeal of pain issues from the creature that is cut short when the two halves of it suddenly fly apart. Unknown pale organs and clear slime spill out of the two halves and the tentacles relax. Grok is left panting; the creature's rubbery body was tougher than he had imagined taking all of his considerable strength to rend. His fingers are left numb from exertion and the venomous slime. Rosalia and Tuk find that there is some spatter on them from when the thing came apart.