"You won’t be needing that." One of the shadows appeared and wrapped around the staff, pulling it away from Jack. "It’ll only get in the way." The monster traced his clawed hand over the boy’s jawline. (what the hell is happening? xD)
(i think this is what people call roleplaying or something…?)
Jack grit his teeth. An almost uncomfortable heat emanated from the monster’s body, and he made one last grab for his staff before it was swept away by the tendrils of shadow. The young elf failed though, and then found his hands pinned to the hard wall.
Golden eyes bore down on him, and a forked tongue licked black lips in anticipation.