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[ That's enough to make Tyr scream and let go of her hand as he tries to jump away and free his feet, staring down at the hands with wide, horrified eyes. He both wants it to be imaginary and for it to be real just so he's not insane. ]

[It's so sudden and startling that Rita screams too--and again when she follows his gaze down and sees the hands. They're definitely not imaginary.] W-what the hell is that?!

[The hands hold tight to Tyr's ankles, joined by another pair of hands that just comes right through the floorboards.]

[ For the hands looking so thin, they're strong. His feet can barely move to the side, much less be picked up. ]

I don't care! [ It doesn't matter what they are. He just has to get out, but he's reluctant to risk losing his staff to some monsters. Of course, he's much more reluctant to die...

He fumbles for his staff while still just watching the hands. He's sure Rita has the sense to not be ensnared. ]

W-what do you mean you don't--how the hell can they just- [She's horrified, wishing very much she had gotten Levitation to work, and more hands are reaching up--she backs away a step, and then strikes at one with her whip; it recoils and lets go of Tyr.]

Just...

[ He breathes a little when one of the hands releases him. Now that he knows they'll pull back when hit, he's more confident to whip his staff forward and strike another hand.

If not for the fact there are more everywhere, he'd feel better, but this still feels hopeless. ]

Youl should try to get out of here.

[Rita throws her hand out to the side in an angry gesture.] And leave you here?! You must be joking!

[And she goes ahead and attacks another one. As they fight, low groans emanate from below them.]

[ He didn't really expect her to leave him, but he had to give the option to her. That and it could be worse if she left...

Those noises are disturbing, though. ] Then just help me get free. I don't want to stay here!

[ In case these hands belong to several monsters... He keeps hitting them away (and sometimes himself in the process), but there are just...so many. ]

What's it look like I'm doing?! [If she weren't concentrating so much on trying to get him free from those...things, she might be angry at him for suggesting she leave him behind. As it is, though, she just keeps striking at them. She doesn't want to afford the time to cast a spell.]

I know! I... [ He's not really thinking; he meant to say that as encouragement, but it definitely didn't come out that way. Tyr doesn't want her to risk attack his feet, either.

He yanks one of his feet away finally and moves it to the side. This is not how he thought this would go... ]

[And Rita's only snapping back on impulse, too. She wants to get him free as fast as possible--now that he's partially out of their grip, she grabs his arm and makes an upwards sweeping motion with the whip.] Come on! Let go, you-!

[ He almost twists out of her grip until he realises she's trying to help him. He's just freaking out too much to think completely clearly.

And surprisingly enough, they do let go of Tyr's other leg, making Tyr stumble into her and take hold of her shoulder for support. ] All right- [ Why does he feel out of breath? ] -now let's just get out of here

Finally! [And she wastes no time turning around and dragging him in the other direction. She can ask him how he is later; right now, she just wants them to get out of this hallway.]

[ He's not much for words at the moment, either, not even to protest the fact she's dragging him; he's running sort of clumsily anyway.

At the very least, the hands seemed to be confined to that one area, and there aren't any dotting the floor boards before them.

...Unless they're waiting for them. Tyr tries not to think about that and just hopes they don't have to find out what else the hands can do and if whatever was groaning will come back. ]

[Not being the most gentle encourager--and still pretty scared of what happened back there--Rita yanks him roughly.] Come on! Hurry up!

[She runs ahead heedless of anything else...Except maybe the hands that reach from the ceiling now.]

[ He grunts when she pulls him, but that's all he does despite the fact it hurt. ] I'm coming! You don't have to-

[ He doesn't even think about it when he grips onto her arm and tries to pull her to the ground with him. ] Duck!

Wha- [And that's all she gets out as she half-stumbles down to the floor with him and drops the torch, which flickers but doesn't go out as it comes to rest on the floor.] What are you doing?

[ He doesn't let her go, his hold as tight as ever. ] They were going to grab you!

[ He hopes those hands weren't just him being paranoid... ]

Wha--wait, you mean--from the ceiling? [She tries to twist around and look up and although she doesn't see anything, she doesn't think he's imagining it this time.

She's ready to shout at him to get moving again when the hands rise up out of the floor around them.]

Yeah, from- Ah!

[ If he is imagining it, his mind is being really cruel to them. In hindsight, getting on the floor was probably a bad idea even if they're really there...

She doesn't need to tell him to get going. He grunts and tries to lift himself to his knees again and kick them off his legs when he feels them grasp at the fabric of his pants.

He really shouldn't have reacted like that. He's going to beat himself up over this internally. ] Sorry...

[ Since they're hands are on the floor now, one hand reaches out to grab Rita's wrist. ]

Forget it! Let's just- [Rita sure doesn't think it's an illusion, not when she can see them, too--and feel them as they grab at her.]

N-no--let go! [She yanks on her arm, but the hand holds tight, so she lets go of Tyr and reaches for her book.]

[ Tyr can't really attack them with his staff at this range, and he focuses on just prying the hands off of them with his own. Rita can fight for herself, he knows that much, and focuses on his own problem, though he glances towards her every now and then. ]

What do they want!?

[ Just holding them down like this... A pair of hands take hold of their ankles while Tyr's busy just trying get the other hand off of him by punching it. ]

[She's already pinned to the ground by the things clutching her coat, as much as she thrashes about. When they get a hold of her ankles, too, her response to Tyr comes out as a shriek.]

What do you think they want?!

[If they're monsters, she thinks, it must be obvious that they'll try to kill them...She smacks at the hands with her book as best she can. Neither of them can cast spells like this!]

[ There's no way Tyr is going to risk burning Rita, that's for sure. When she screams, a cold shiver runs down his spine. They're really going to die, aren't they?

—He can't think of that. Somehow, though, punching them isn't effective. Maybe there's not enough leverage to make them hurt, or...something. It's frustrating, though. ]

Damn it...

[ Or maybe it does hurt them, since a hand grips and slams his hand down before Tyr has the chance to pull it away. He winces and cries out quickly, mostly from surprise. ]

[She couldn't look back at Tyr even if she could tear her eyes away from the grasping hands, but his cries and all the thumps get her worried.] Hey! Come on!

[And do what...she doesn't know, but somehow they have to get out of this. Even as she thinks that, though, her free hand is pinned to the floor, too.] No-!

[ Even though he's not looking at her either, hearing her like that is horrifying. His body shivers unconsciously, and he has to do something if only because this looks bad for both of them. If he sets a fire, they could die. If they don't get free, they could die... ]

We have to do something!

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