Unfortunately, he was still too dumb to remember that while his current body could cling to walls, most of his other forms could not. An ogre crashed to the floor with a thud and a grunt.
Getting up, he found lots of nummy morsels around him. His much larger tummy reminded him that he needed to eat, and he grabbed the nearest bite. It screamed as he picked it up. Something long with an open end in its hand popped loudly, and Eldon felt something slapping against his chest, but he ignored it as he tossed the noisy end of the snack in his mouth and crunched down. The nummy went silent, but he didn't have much time to enjoy his meal. Despite its satisfying crunch, he had to work some metal out from his teeth.
Luckily, another meal provided a pokey piece—a shadow in his mind provided the word 'sword'—and he picked up that man, pinched off his arm, and used the sword to pry loose the previous mouthful's helmet.
