Unfortunately, using her arms for anything other than trying to keep her head above the water will result in her slipping under the water; only struggling to keep afloat could keep her up enough to breathe.<br/><br/>The two tendrils wrapped around her legs continued to climb, as the third pressed against her sex, trying to wriggle its way through her armored clothing. The two began wrapping around her torso, climbing ever higher, and she could feel small thorns growing out of them, though they were stopped by her armor... for now.