[ Quick, agile movements have never been his strong suit. He can move surprisingly fast for someone of his size, but compared to these slithering, slippery creatures, his movements are restricted and slow, shifting the weight not only of his own body but the considerable bulk of his armor.
Which results in one latching hold. Then another. Then another, while he tugs and struggles, all his strength amounting to very little against this particular obstacle.
He can be seen easily enough, as many as have gathered and clung onto him by now. Around his legs, his wrists, his neck, tethering him down as he grunts in frustration and tries to shake them loose. They only tighten their bond, leaving him bound, on his knees, and glaring up through that eyeless helmet at whoever approaches. ]
...some assistance would be appreciated.
Quarantine Breached
[ It sounds like those machines have laid hands on someone. Or so it seems from the secure position Locus has rooted himself in to observe. He has no desire to get any closer to those machines than he must. From the sound of it, not everyone was that lucky.
So you have a voyeur look in from the shadows at your predicament, one deliberating how worth it it might be to save you...or see what becomes of those dragged away by the machines. ]
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[ Quick, agile movements have never been his strong suit. He can move surprisingly fast for someone of his size, but compared to these slithering, slippery creatures, his movements are restricted and slow, shifting the weight not only of his own body but the considerable bulk of his armor.
Which results in one latching hold. Then another. Then another, while he tugs and struggles, all his strength amounting to very little against this particular obstacle.
He can be seen easily enough, as many as have gathered and clung onto him by now. Around his legs, his wrists, his neck, tethering him down as he grunts in frustration and tries to shake them loose. They only tighten their bond, leaving him bound, on his knees, and glaring up through that eyeless helmet at whoever approaches. ]
...some assistance would be appreciated.
Quarantine Breached
[ It sounds like those machines have laid hands on someone. Or so it seems from the secure position Locus has rooted himself in to observe. He has no desire to get any closer to those machines than he must. From the sound of it, not everyone was that lucky.
So you have a voyeur look in from the shadows at your predicament, one deliberating how worth it it might be to save you...or see what becomes of those dragged away by the machines. ]