03-05-2015, 12:53 AM
No matter how he struggled, Patrin failed to get free. Something else plunged into the water, the disturbance making the creature squeal and rage, it's appendages suddenly becoming more dangerous. It grew spikes, hard bone, upon the tips of its limbs, and aimed those at the interfering elf.
Patrin finally remembered he had hands. Quick, before air left him, the golden eyed man clawed at the tentacles holding him fast. Some gave without even a tug, and that was when he realized Kurako had probably joined the fray; for the first time he was grateful for the other man's presence for his own sake. Then his head bobbed up, out of the water and blood flowed from the wounds the creature had inflicted on him.
He made a hasty retreat, or tried to. Instead Patrin yelled as his foot was caught, pierced through the bone and skewered so that he couldn't escape. Panic made him freeze. Not his foot. He couldn't lose his foot! He was as good as dead without it.
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