The creature, frozen there in the ice chattered and screeched under the assault of the dragonborn. Each strike reverberated through its body, as the mask continued to break more and more. In a desperate move a single, small, barbed limb shot forth from it's body and pierced through Erandur's calf before it wrapped around his leg.
Suddenly, in violent motion, it broke free from the ice sending shards and frozen tar in a whirlwind of sharp and deadly particles. These, combined with the thick and strong, tentacles battered the dragon away.
The creature retreated to a corner of the room, dragging Erandur through the tar and battering him off the ground and walls as it did so. The motion was violent, whipping and forceful, repaying each blow to it's cracked and shattered mask. With a final flick, it cast Erandur away from itself across the ground.
It crouched low, drawing the tar on the ground towards itself, its tentacles looked like straws sucking up thick fluid...