Every single second counts. You raise your left hand towards the Senior Pirate and immediately activate PUPPETEER. Five purple, translucent strings launch from the fingers of your hand and latch onto his legs and arms. The only person who seemingly notices them is Benedict, who slowly glances over at you. <<span class="mu-b">"...other...one...like?"</span>>
The Senior Pirate tries to move through the PUPPETEER and-
He does so. Easily. Panic rushes through your battered and bruised body. He's barely being slowed down by it. Your allies are glancing at you, wondering what the FUCK you're doing. You try to focus. The strings are barely holding onto him. Shit, shit, shit. The other pirates are approaching as well, harpoon gun bayonets ready to tear your allies to shreds.
Your heart is already going a mile a minute. You got twenty seconds before you and your allies are dead. The WHITE POWDER and adrenaline overdose you're experiencing is about to make your system collapse. You still need to reload your shotgun. You still need to give them supplies. YOU'RE WASTING TIME! THINK! THINK, THINK-
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pe3h62MrlPE[/spoiler:lit] - NICOLE BREACH
[SCHOLAR OF THE CITY] NO ONE
[ANOMALOUS ABILITIES] UNDER OUR
[PERSON OF INTEREST] PROTECTION
[UNSTABLE RESOLVE] IS DYING TODAY!
>-3 RESTRAINT! 1 HEALED BY ASHLEY'S SONG! 4/9 RESTRAINT LEFT! It's all instinct at this point. An intense buzz of energy rushes through your antlers, almost like they're being set ablaze. Every inch of your head and body HURTS. Every fiber of your nervous system, every inch of skin from head to toe, every muscle. You grind your teeth until blood begins to ooze out of your gums.
"YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" Dozens on dozens of translucent strings launch out of your palm to embed deep into the skin of the Senior Pirate. While he can't see or feel the strings, nor can your allies aside from Benedict, what CAN be seen is that the Senior Pirate stops dead in his tracks.
"W-what?" His legs refuse to budge more than a inch. A six inch thick layer of string has pinned both of his feet to the floor. "Why can't I move? WHAT THE FUCK?" His eyes immediately latch onto you. Only being able to move his finger, he points right at you. "CREW! KILL THAT WHORE! SHE'S THE ONE DOING THIS TO ME!"
"AIE AIE!"
"PUT HER HEAD ON THE WALL!"
"RIP HER TO PIECES!" The three remaining pirates immediately charge in your direction.
Shit. You haven't reloaded. You quickly do so, trying your best to do so. In your rush, a slug tumbles to the ground. Fuck, fuck-
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!"
"PROTECT THE BOSS!"
"F-F-FERMATELI!"
"You owe us, Nicole."
Your allies immediately rush over to your aid, surrounding you so you can keep the Senior Pirate immobilized. Lex grabs the armless pirate by the throat and with one swift motion, he cracks it like a god damn stick before throwing them to the side. A primal part of you revels in the bloodlust being done in your name-
Focus. Reload. Focus.
