The Oohnorak looks down, seeing the blob sucks his body down up to his waist. The hisses are loud, but the struggles have stopped. It likes the sensations over his legs, moving them around to feel for some way out. As the gloves slides off, it could only mean one thing: He's trapped and he cannot get out of it now.<br/><br/>The Oohnorak looks down, seeing his long shaft still hard. The anthro visorak doesn't seemingly get bothered by it, since they are naturally nude all the time. His backpack has charged itself, but it would be useless to fire it now, thinking smoke would only make things black for him and the stone rotor would just bounce off like a pebble against a tire.