Roll out of the way!

Rolling to the side, Kasha manages to evade the grasp of the tongue she’d thought was a rug. She hurriedly stepped back, drawing a pair of knives, but the mimic was unable to continue its attack.

For a moment, its tongue wiggled pathetically in her direction, unable to reach her, and then it went limp again.

It seemed this mimic could not move.

Maintaining her distance, Kasha began to throw knives, easily hitting the large target.

Just as Kasha worried she would run out of knives, the mimic let out one last pitiful shriek before disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

In its place several items clattered to the ground: Kasha’s knives, a pile of gold coins, and a key.

Hopefully it went to the door to this room.