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[ 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!

Like what?! They won't let go! [And she definitely can't cast like this. At this rate, they're going to die...the curse is going to kill them.

There's the sound of low moans coming from beneath the floor again as the hands pull at them, like the creatures are trying to pull the two of them right through the floorboards.]

Like... I don't know!

[ Thankfully, they can't, right? Hands wrap around their heads and try to push them through anyway, though, and if Tyr could turn his head, he'd bite the hand (as disgusting as the thought is).

Whether they can be pulled through or not, Tyr is starting to feel like he doesn't have a choice but cast something... But if they don't let go after he casts, they'll definitely burn to death. He bites his lip and groans, trying to wiggle out or think of something to do. ]

Do--do anything! Come on, already! [At this point, she's starting to get desperate anyway, thrashing against the hands. Are those things just going to try and crush them against the floor? She can't stand the thought.]

[ Dying by being smashed into the floor is horrible... With her yelling at him, he finally gives in. ]

I'm sorry if I hurt you-!

[ But this is the only way. He begins casting, and the feeling rushing through his body make the grips the hands have on him not hurt so much anymore. ]

Nevermind! Just get rid of them!

[Even though, logically, it shouldn't be likely that he could get them free without seriously hurting them, not when those things are so close. But she doesn't care now.

However, as if they recognize what Tyr's trying to do, the hands pull more insistently--and suddenly they are going through the floor, as if it wasn't actually there.]

[ How is that even happening?! He almost breaks the spell by gasping, realising the toes of his shoes are going through the floor and the rest of his lower legs and hands are following suit. He can't push himself up when the only thing he could use to support himself is swallowing him up.

It feels hopeless. He can't cast that quickly - not anything large, anyway - but he keeps trying anyway. ]

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