[The tentacles latch on and squeeze, but it's a bit different hauling Dent around than a tiny Victor Creed, the last victim of a one-on-one with Jones. He gives a roar of pain and is forced to let go, but chases after Dent to make up lost ground, attempting to inch him to a place where his back'll be up against a wall.]
No sword, no strength, and I'll still cleave yeh to pieces.
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Date: 2013-11-14 04:51 am (UTC)No sword, no strength, and I'll still cleave yeh to pieces.