Saarg examined the creature and its powerful weaponry. The claws were evidently of formidable strength, and that tail was clearly a dangerous weapon. But then again, Saarg was a dangerous weapon too. Still a little dazed from pounding the shield, Saarg became aware that the top half of the container was a different colour to the clear part. There was a blue half-loop on the top of it. Strange. saarg tested this by nudging it and found it moved slightly. Hooking a claw underneath the differently coloured part, saarg flicked and lifted it away. Aaah! Thats how these things opened.
The black creature seemed to regard Saarg and retreated into a corner of the container, claws poised and tail raised. It seemed to dare saarg to attack. Saarg didn't feel confident about a head on attack, it would almost certainly hurt, and that tail looked suspiciosly like some kind of poisoned weapon. saarg needed a...the word escaped him...a METHOD. That would do. A method of attack. After nudging the container he found it rocked slightly under his weight, and the creature staggered, momentarily off balance.
Aha. Saarg placed both his fore-limbs on the edge of the container and pulled. The inorganic grainy contents spilled like water across the floor as the container flipped onto its side, and there, struggling in the center was his disorientated pray.
Saarg, with whip-like speed, caught the creature just below the tip of its tail, the pointed spike flainling uselesly. Saarg lifted the creature into the air and, with a single mighty blow, smashed it from its mouth, tearing the creature's tail off from its body. The creature writhed pathetically on the floor and, after swallowing the tail, Saarg finished the rest of the creature. With energy corsing through its body, and such a formidable creature to assimilate, Saarg evolved. The creature's armored outer plates were decent protection, and Saarg writhed in discomfort and he felt the thick, solid plates forming all over his body. His tail grew longer and curved over the slime's head. But instead of ending in the dangerous spike, Saarg grew a massive, chitinous pincer in its place. Feeling like an entirely new creature, the pitch black, poisonous, armoured predator rolled its head back and released a mutated, hissing howl of triumph.