Maylea let out a gasp as the tentacles made it past her clothes, wriggling furiously to try and get out of the grip.  Of course, her body was starting to shut down, her head swimming as she hung there against the wall, her eyes slowly going dark.  "FUCK!  Not... today, you... bastards!"  She tried as hard as she could to rip her hand free to get to her sword, still strapped to her waist where she had left it going in, not wanting it to give her away  Unfortunately, that was much easier said than done.<br/><br/>[Crit fail.  Confirmed even.  So yeah.  If that doubles it, she's out cold.  If not, she's got another 18 to go.]