The pain in her arm got worse. Chrys felt trapped, unable to leave or escape. This didn't feel like training anymore. Fight or flight took over and in this case...
The woman Darkeye was holding onto started to change shape, taking on the form of a jellyfish. Where he had been holding an arm, he was now holding several tentacles, painful to the touch and with no resistance to twisting. On the flipside, with no hands, Darkeye's hair was now free.
Hoping the surprise and the pain in Darkeye's hand would be enough to loosen his grip, Chrys propelled herself forward with her hood, away from Darkeye.
The woman Darkeye was holding onto started to change shape, taking on the form of a jellyfish. Where he had been holding an arm, he was now holding several tentacles, painful to the touch and with no resistance to twisting. On the flipside, with no hands, Darkeye's hair was now free.
Hoping the surprise and the pain in Darkeye's hand would be enough to loosen his grip, Chrys propelled herself forward with her hood, away from Darkeye.
Chrys
