Ahahah Fenrir, I see. And may I ask, before you pounce, what did they make your binding out of again? A woman's beard, or something like that? My apologies, it matters not. *you realize the circle of runes in front of you* I summon Tyr, the original trapper of your maw, the handless one through courage, the god who chained you. I call upon! *your stomach explodes as a skeletal hand bursts forth and begins to reform into a full on skeleton with ancient armour, climbing out if your stomach*