A tentacle attack!

Jane peered deeply into the dark corner of the chamber. Her eyes darted from side to side, watching for any sign of movement. Without warning a long tendril shot out of the darkness like a bullet from a gun.

The sudden threat surprised Jane enough that she let out a small yelp and took a swift step backward. her training, however, took over and she threw up her left arm to block. In a flash the tentacle wrapped around Jane's arm and began to pull her into the corner. The pale phosphorescence did not give Jane enough light to see her attacker. She was only able to see a large, dark shape as she fought against the monster's inexorable pull.

Unable to gain any further information, Jane decided that it was time to act. In one swift motion, Jane pulled her short sword from it's place at her hip and swung it up through the rope-like appendage attached to her other arm. Foul smelling black ichor spilled from the wound as the monster recoiled.

Jane quickly disentangled her arm from the still-wriggling tendril that encircled it. She set herself in a defensive stance, preparing for the next ****.