Damn it--so close! Ranulf struggled against the tentacles, snarling and managing to sink his fangs into the nearest one, but to no avail; their hold on him didn't loosen in the least. He didn't even register the prick of the needle, but the drowsiness that quickly came upon him had him wondering, as his body relaxed against his will and his mind began to fog, if he'd been placed under a Sleep spell.

Ah... I tried... He turned his cloudy gaze to the two youths trapped within the forcefield before his eyelids became too heavy for him to keep open. ...Sorry. And he went limp, reverting to his usual form moments later as he lost any last hold on consciousness.