ROUND 2

[idolpro]

[ The room is BRIGHT YELLOW, as all the rooms you will enter are. Black tiles make up the floor, changing to your unit's color when pressure is placed on them. There is a button in the very center of the room standing on a podium; it's slightly smaller than palm-sized.]

[♫]

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[earthquaked]

[ she's not listening.

Slowly, so slowly, she manages to get those squat little legs under her enough to push herself up the couple more inches into standing, and lift her head-- her jaws still tight against his arm and shoulder--

And she slams him down against the ground, twisting her body with the momentum to rip. ]

[bondsofsuffering]

[WELL.

ENJOY THAT ARM.

He somehow has the presence of mind to numb his own pain finally, but holy shit she's eating his arm and even if he heals up his side he is still missing an arm.]

[earthquaked]

[ She swallows it whole in one great gulp, if slow, because of the numbing.



And it's slower, this time, when she lurches forward to try to close her jaws over his head. ]

[bondsofsuffering]

[He tries to dart past her, but uh,

unfortunately that just means those teeth are sinking into his neck and shoulder instead. This was a really great idea, clearly.]

[earthquaked]

[ great!

she pulls him down to the ground again, jaws clenched tight and teeth sunk into his neck--

he's too big to swallow whole and she's tiring fast, from bloodloss and numbness, so. she's content("content") to just bleed him out.

she'll let go of his body eventually, probably. ]

[bondsofsuffering]

[The bloodloss from the arm, and then from the neck- he can't do anything about it but choke on his own blood.

He may have won, but at what cost?]