[ Arcade would also prefer not to wade any deeper - but he doesn't have a choice. Even without the compulsion still gnawing at him, he's gone too deep, already. The current rises, a sudden surge of water swallowing the bank behind him, as he tries and fails to stagger to his feet. Danse's attempt at firm reassurance falls on deaf ears, the rush of water and the rush of blood in his ears drowning out any calm that promise might've provided.
He doesn't have legs, anymore. Just a dimly glowing mass of flickering, striped tentacles that he can't seem to corral into a single cohesive movement. Though he does manage to cling for an instant, to the smooth river rocks beneath him - before the current sweeps him under, with a last startled, half-comprehending look in Danse's direction. ]
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He doesn't have legs, anymore. Just a dimly glowing mass of flickering, striped tentacles that he can't seem to corral into a single cohesive movement. Though he does manage to cling for an instant, to the smooth river rocks beneath him - before the current sweeps him under, with a last startled, half-comprehending look in Danse's direction. ]