[ The longer he's stuck like this, the easier it is to maneuver, and for once Arcade is grateful for that. Slithering so that he can clean the mess from his scales as he goes, washing it away through the hard-packed dirt, alleviates some of the grotesque discomfort of it all, after that last round. Even if they were still being overrun, he isn't sure he could do that a third time, with or without his sanity intact.
He slumps into a loose coil, as close as he can get to sitting down, and drops the ripper beside him, patting down his sides and the few patches of skin he has left to feel for the scrapes and gashes the devourers left on him. Nothing serious, at least. ]
It was ugly enough.
[ A pang of irritable pain accompanies the thought, as he finds the worst of the cuts, just above the scales banding his midsection, putting a bit of pressure on it with one of his extraneous arms. ...But that testiness subsides just as quickly.
He clears his throat, opting to speak aloud, this time. ]
Thanks. That... definitely could've gone worse for both of us.
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He slumps into a loose coil, as close as he can get to sitting down, and drops the ripper beside him, patting down his sides and the few patches of skin he has left to feel for the scrapes and gashes the devourers left on him. Nothing serious, at least. ]
It was ugly enough.
[ A pang of irritable pain accompanies the thought, as he finds the worst of the cuts, just above the scales banding his midsection, putting a bit of pressure on it with one of his extraneous arms. ...But that testiness subsides just as quickly.
He clears his throat, opting to speak aloud, this time. ]
Thanks. That... definitely could've gone worse for both of us.