Despite having reached out, Blake's momentarily seized by panic as Jayden makes contact. The sting intensifies where skin meets skin, but the realization that there are five fingers — one real human hand — means he's not letting go without losing his own damn hand.
Like a venus fly trap, the pod attempts to keep its prey with all its natural defenses. Along the slit of the opening, the separation begins to grow and the skin-like exterior pooches out, deforming and shuddering, not wanting to give its prize. Stretching it like a balloon, Blake's whole arm is out to the shoulder and his face is pressed against the side, the needle-like prickling searing his cheek.
His grip's slipping, threatening to slide out of Jayden's grip, but at the very last moment the pod's walls give way and Blake does, in fact, bodily thud them both to the ground. Oof. Blake groans, pained but relieved. Dead weight. Following his expulsion, a second body, much more digested slides sluglike to the floor next to them. Its face is missing — all the exposed skin — but the corpse still wears clothing; it's an obvious Abraxan, although not one of the Summoned.
cw: dead body
Like a venus fly trap, the pod attempts to keep its prey with all its natural defenses. Along the slit of the opening, the separation begins to grow and the skin-like exterior pooches out, deforming and shuddering, not wanting to give its prize. Stretching it like a balloon, Blake's whole arm is out to the shoulder and his face is pressed against the side, the needle-like prickling searing his cheek.
His grip's slipping, threatening to slide out of Jayden's grip, but at the very last moment the pod's walls give way and Blake does, in fact, bodily thud them both to the ground. Oof. Blake groans, pained but relieved. Dead weight. Following his expulsion, a second body, much more digested slides sluglike to the floor next to them. Its face is missing — all the exposed skin — but the corpse still wears clothing; it's an obvious Abraxan, although not one of the Summoned.