Angy Tumbleweed • PFP by Canisaries
- In Guzma's Closet
Odile had gotten a hit off, but not before being shoved away. She rolled into some more furniture, and quickly stood up, shaking off a broken bedpost. She looked up just in time to see Red heading for Odette and Clovis. It seemed that Selene had made it into the portal.Seeing motion, he turned to the little humans. Running away? His prey was running away. He couldn't have that.
He raised his tail and slammed it into the dragon's side, shoving her at least a bit away - really, he didn't care enough to check how well it went, he was in a hurry. He ran towards the little humans, legs moving in waves, but it felt awfully slow - perhaps there were certain shortcomings to this body after all. At this pace, he wouldn't be able to make it there in time --
Another instinct - something for hunting, it seemed - made something inside his neck contract. Out of holes at the tips of his lowest two tentacles shot a long stream of a clear, sticky, glue-like fluid, landing on the two little humans still left.
In a fit of oncoming rage, she wailed, then charged.
Clovis saw Red coming before Odette did, and moved to push her into the portal. However, he was just a second too slow, because they were soon covered in a thick, glue-like substance, and suddenly, they couldn't move.
"What the hell is this?" Clovis asked, holding up his arms. He sent Odette a concerned look, to which she returned, before they both slowly moved their heads to face the oncoming threat.
They both stared, wide-eyed up at Red, and Odette's eyes cut to Odile tearing through the air. She sucked in a breath and shouted--
"Odile, third stance!"
The blood dripping from her shoulders began to glow again, and beamed out toward the branch dragon. As they landed upon her, she was engulfed in more red light as she grew in size. The growth occurred just as she made contact with the back of Red's wormy head, causing them to roll yet again into a nearby wall.
As this happened, Odette felt her legs start to shake. Her breathing became labored, and she suddenly felt like she needed to sit down. That was too quick of a stance change, especially after having one so recently. But she didn't have much of a choice.