Farmer still held us, unflinching, as the bestial snarl reverberated in the room. His arm around me, he squeezed my shoulder, a small gesture of reassurance. No doubt he'd done the same for Rob.
Outside the pentagram, Malkaz reared up to its full height and loomed over us, but made no effort to break into the pentagram.
A mouth appeared in what passed for a face. I hadn't noticed it before, maybe it hadn't been there, but the dark mass split slowly open, rendering red teeth and a multitude of tongues that dribbled out onto its chin and its neck.
D.M. about 5 years ago
In all of the horror of Malkaz, the dribbling tongues really do it!