[Its official, tentacles are slimy and slippery and just plain gross. Though her salt-water soaked shirt she could feel the thick, blubbery flesh around her squeeze. The only upside was that it was at least returning her back to where she could breathe, even if its intent was only temporary until she was to be pulled to the other side where it lay in wait.
Back in the protective area of the stairwell, Elena is coughing and gasping for air, hands now pushing at the offending appendage around her middle. Electric shocks from Reno's attacks are muted through the layers of the creature's skin and muscle, and when the grip loosens Elena pushes harder to free herself. There's one suction cup, though, that holds firm and pulls at her back. There's an audible 'pop' sound when she's pulled forward, feet staggering on the steps until she's standing behind him, hand gripping at the back of his shirt for balance, the sudden changes of pressure dizzying.
She's doubled over, her free hand pressing against her thighs, trying to get reoriented. Time was moving too fast, world spinning, and ears half-filled with water. Her side hurt where the thing had hit her, a dull throbbing pain that matched the ache in her lungs. It takes her a second or two, but she's at least able to stand upright. Releasing his shirt, she takes two steps down, but no more.]
You better be right behind me!
[Because, despite the voice in her head telling her that she had to stay and help fight the thing off, there wasn't much room for them to move. Staying behind would only put them in greater risk. Which doesn't sit well with her, but there was no time to argue. Soaked loafers squeak nosily against the stairs as she descends to the lower floor, steps wobbly at first before picking up speed. It was dangerous to go down a flight of stairs so quickly and especially when slippery, but Elena manages to keep a healthy pace, skipping three steps at a time. The sooner they got off that floor, the better.]
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Back in the protective area of the stairwell, Elena is coughing and gasping for air, hands now pushing at the offending appendage around her middle. Electric shocks from Reno's attacks are muted through the layers of the creature's skin and muscle, and when the grip loosens Elena pushes harder to free herself. There's one suction cup, though, that holds firm and pulls at her back. There's an audible 'pop' sound when she's pulled forward, feet staggering on the steps until she's standing behind him, hand gripping at the back of his shirt for balance, the sudden changes of pressure dizzying.
She's doubled over, her free hand pressing against her thighs, trying to get reoriented. Time was moving too fast, world spinning, and ears half-filled with water. Her side hurt where the thing had hit her, a dull throbbing pain that matched the ache in her lungs. It takes her a second or two, but she's at least able to stand upright. Releasing his shirt, she takes two steps down, but no more.]
You better be right behind me!
[Because, despite the voice in her head telling her that she had to stay and help fight the thing off, there wasn't much room for them to move. Staying behind would only put them in greater risk. Which doesn't sit well with her, but there was no time to argue. Soaked loafers squeak nosily against the stairs as she descends to the lower floor, steps wobbly at first before picking up speed. It was dangerous to go down a flight of stairs so quickly and especially when slippery, but Elena manages to keep a healthy pace, skipping three steps at a time. The sooner they got off that floor, the better.]