ISAR
Arm yourself
The reprive, no matter how brief, was a welcome thing. It allowed Isar a chance to at least get up on one knee, though the yank of a lashing tail made it a wobbly affair.
"Arm," he grunted, feeling a bit nauseous. "Dog leg, front arm - " It only mattered insofar as the vicious tail lashing not doing much damage.
But he'd barely gotten the words out before his uninjured arm was sucked into a tight grip. The twist had him groaning in pain; he endured it for a moment, but when he felt bones groaning and tendons tearing, that became his sign to call it quits.
"Give - Give! I surrender," he panted, unashamed - he had no quarrel with this man, after all.
"Arm," he grunted, feeling a bit nauseous. "Dog leg, front arm - " It only mattered insofar as the vicious tail lashing not doing much damage.
But he'd barely gotten the words out before his uninjured arm was sucked into a tight grip. The twist had him groaning in pain; he endured it for a moment, but when he felt bones groaning and tendons tearing, that became his sign to call it quits.
"Give - Give! I surrender," he panted, unashamed - he had no quarrel with this man, after all.
Because no one else here will save you
