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Crunched between flesh covered bone and a piece of metal Ball found he was in a rather tight situation. He could feel her body shifting and flexing underneath his body, forcing it to bend and mold to keep from tearing apart due to the friction he was creating between metal and clay. He groaned in the pain he was feeling and tried to punch her shin in response, it was nothing more than a thud of clay, not entirely painful at all or damaging. A growl as he could feel her body pressing against the metal now from both sides. He only knew she was pressing against it from the outside because it was pressing against his body.
His feeble attempt to break past one of the pressuring sides against him was proving futile and it was getting to anger the pycon more so than he was currently. Growling the pycon felt if he could just climb his way out of this petching leg of armour and to somewhere with a bit more room he might be able to get a better purchase and sense of the battle going on. Climbing! That was the ticket to getting out of this problem he put himself into, and Ball had just the idea… His small hand and arms were pulled into his being, as where his legs and after a few ticks of jus allowing his bean shape body to be stuck Ball pressed and pulled and twisted out eight mangled looking pointed legs, four on each side of his body.
Each point of the legs was coated with small twisted barbs with hooks. It was with these legs that Ball took to starting to climbing his way up Revy’s leg, first jabbing each of his front legs into her skin and pulling his body along with the other six legs, as his legs started inching upward behind his lead legs, Ball would release their grip on her leg and replant them an inch above his body and repeat until he was at a point he could relax a tick or two. Panting heavily this was hard work.
His feeble attempt to break past one of the pressuring sides against him was proving futile and it was getting to anger the pycon more so than he was currently. Growling the pycon felt if he could just climb his way out of this petching leg of armour and to somewhere with a bit more room he might be able to get a better purchase and sense of the battle going on. Climbing! That was the ticket to getting out of this problem he put himself into, and Ball had just the idea… His small hand and arms were pulled into his being, as where his legs and after a few ticks of jus allowing his bean shape body to be stuck Ball pressed and pulled and twisted out eight mangled looking pointed legs, four on each side of his body.
Each point of the legs was coated with small twisted barbs with hooks. It was with these legs that Ball took to starting to climbing his way up Revy’s leg, first jabbing each of his front legs into her skin and pulling his body along with the other six legs, as his legs started inching upward behind his lead legs, Ball would release their grip on her leg and replant them an inch above his body and repeat until he was at a point he could relax a tick or two. Panting heavily this was hard work.
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