[ * That crack sends shivers all up and down his spine, a faint memory threatening to bubble to the surface. It’s distracting enough to let Flaps’ claws sink right into him, successfully pinning him. ]
[ * He writhes and thrashes in the other’s hold, bringing his bone club down on that claw harshly. Although he’s in a bad spot, he seems to be…smiling, in a sickening manner. ]
[ * The biggest question right now is why he doesn’t just teleport out of Flaps’ grasp..? ]
📝 [Ya uh, you’re freakin me out a bit there bud,]
📝 [Unfortunately, or. Well. Maybe fortunately for Pathos? He isn’t going to stop there. His other paw comes up and starts Digging at his upper body. He manages to get purchase right under his topmost ribs, and, well….]
📝 [Unless Pathos teleports away, he RIPS at that spot, probably at the very least cracking his bones all the way up to his face – at the worst he’d be disconnected from the rest of his body. Luckily for Flaps, his front and back claws are pretty well protected – it still stings, for sure, but it doesn’t crack like his face did. He’s slowly crushing Pathos’ lower body as he digs and rips at the top.]
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