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Wrapping oneself around an unwilling opponent did not prove as easy as it sounded as Shatterscape struggled to keep her position, trying her best to hold onto her opponent. Her claws were not much help in this regard, so it was no surprise that Morganite stood up without too much of a problem. At least there was still the issue of friendly fire between allies, especially with Light girls, which meant she had to continue to bide her time. Even though she looked ridiculous from the outside.

Every precious second, every twist of her limbs, her head or her torso brought more time until the rest of her arrived or one of her team-mates noticed her predicament, so with an awkward move, she attempted to straighten out her right arm in an attempt to rake her claws across Morganite’s back. Unfortunately, she had no purchase, so she only succeeded in unalancing the two of them, Shatterscape’s sense of balance working against herself to keep them upright.

She felt her arms twist, her feet catching in Morganite’s, her body slowly slipping away as Nyxia stepped in. The witch girl would shoot her again soon, but at least now the situation looked much better. So naturally, Shatterscape’s next move was to use a tool that still held some power, sinking her teeth into Morganite’s oh-so-vulnerable flesh.

Cloth along with skin gave way under the force of her bite and while she could not injure heavily, it disrupted their delicate balance. Shatterscape used the moment of surprise to twist her joints back into their places, letting herself fall to the ground, seemingly exposed, but also giving both of her comrades a clear shot. Along with the witch of course, but she had tasted that pain already. It was nothing she could not take.