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You muttered a curse under your breath and leapt into action.
<span class="mu-r">“This is why I told you to pace yourself!”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“I’m wearing him down! He can’t keep this up forever.”</span> Donny said, still smiling to himself and wrestling with the beast’s tentacles.
With a couple of well-aimed web=bolts, you managed to pin a few of its tentacles to the ground. Unluckily for you, however, the terrain favored your opponent.
The plant monster ripped the ground up along with the webbing and lashed out at you as you drew closer. You flipped over one tentacle, slid under another, and vaulted over a third before you could get close enough to make your webbing more effective.
<span class="mu-r">“It won’t need to if you’re already in its stomach.”</span> you shot back, sidestepping a barbed appendage and enveloping both sides of its body with wide, web nets.
This thing had a lot of arms, but so did your teacher. And she was <span class="mu-i">far</span> more coordinated than whatever this was.
With the web nets still connected to your wrists, you wrapped them over and under your hands, and yanked them to the side. Hard.
The plant monster let out a startled screech as you forced it off of Donny, and the Morlock mascot quickly scrambled to his feet before you could lose your grip.
<span class="mu-g">“Great teamwork, partner! Now…hold it still.”</span> Donny said, circling the bound beast with some measure of caution as it thrashed wildly in your grip.
<span class="mu-r">“Just need to put on the finishing touches…!”</span> you said with a grunt.
Then, you tried something that you didn’t have a whole lot of practice with. Using your web-shaping abilities, you commanded the web nets to spread out and attach themselves to the nearby trees, resulting in a construct that closely resembled that of a real spider’s web. Only, on a truly massive scale.
Just in case, though, you kept feeding more webbing into the construct until you were confident that it would hold your prey long enough for Donny to deal the killing blow.
<span class="mu-g">“Excellent…”</span> Donny hissed, his smile turning more sinister.
He raised both his hands, extending all ten of his fingers, and then stretched them towards the bound monster. Most of the gnarled tendrils invaded its mouth, but a few of them entered what you thought might’ve been an eye socket.
Its thrashing intensified, and you were starting to become worried that it might really tear down every tree in the area in order to free itself.
With mild horror, you watched as Donny’s fingers dug around in its head, scraping and tearing through anything and everything that got in their way. Green and purple ooze poured from its wounds, and the large orb that you thought was an eye started to roll upwards.
Donny just laughed the entire time.
After about a minute or two of this, the animal finally stopped moving, and you allowed yourself to relax.
(Cont.)
