Trying desperately to keep himself above the ground, a low groan of exertion rumbles out through his lips, his muscles already growing tired from the massive weight on his back. Feeling a sudden cool, wet feeling traveling over his torso, he looks down across his body to see the tight, slimy coils wrapping about his body. Eyes fixed on the sight of the naga's bodies slowly slithering across his body, he doesn't notice the paws reaching for his hands until that cool, slimy sensation washes over them, but by then it is far too late. Within moments the naga manage to pull him off balance, tugging at his shoulders and arms and hands, and his body collapses to the ground underneath dozens of slimy, rubbery bodies while a low, whimpering "No...." of disbelief and frustration escapes the rabbit's mouth.<br/><br/>Weakly pressing up against the floor in a gesture of resistance, Ritter quickly begins to realize that his struggles will do absolutely nothing at this point. His face a mask of fear and hopelessness, his movements become weaker and weaker, and his mind begins to focus on the surreal noises and vibrations emanating from his captors, hoping that they would be a great deal less hostile than he thought that they were.