<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/BNiFDzR.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Maya (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585293#msg13585293)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Mei, Chains, Sparrow, Anahita, Alexander<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Same as picture<br/><hr/><br/>That was unfortunate. She'd completely overestimated her own capabilities. She should have known how unrealistic it was to make such a huge leap and not trigger any part of the massive web of traps. She wished she'd asked Chains to check the river instead. Even if it seemed too convenient, perhaps it wasn't. Asking her to try and disarm it would've been an option as well. It hardly looked good to ignore her capabilities so quickly. Especially when it immediately backfired.<br/><br/>She'd been ready to try and push off to get out of the trap before it got her completely. Unfortunately, it was too quick. She felt the grip tightening around her ankle as she tried to push off. Despite this, she went in for it. The vines were too strong sadly. Her initial flight was tugged back to ground, her foot anchored to the spot she'd tried to push from. She inelegantly faceplanted, straight into the rest of the trap. God, this had to look pathetic. Well, it was the sort of misfortune that came with jumping into the mess first.<br/><br/>She tried to use the head of the flail to anchor herself. It seemed like the traps were determined to have their way with her. The heavy head of the flail did little more than till the ground as she was pulled away. The best she could hope for was triggering another handful of traps in the process without giving them anything to target.<br/><br/>The traps pulled her to a particular spot. It seemed odd that nothing more happened, until she could see it in the corner of her eye. One of the signs she'd complimented just moments earlier slammed down against her ass. She let out a plenty audible yelp that the trap used to gag her and further tie her up. That fucking goat, when they caught up with it she was going to strangle it till it died then stuff it.<br/><br/>It was a bit too early to think of what to do with the bunny however. First part would be to get out of the trap. She tried to think of how to deal with it when the sign struck down again, the gag muffled her groan. One vine rubbing up between her legs didn't make it much better. The sign hit again. It felt as if the vines got tighter when she moved. It had to go. She bit down into the gag in hopes of chewing it off, while trying to think of how to best strike it.<br/><br/>Another hit. Fuck it, a good swing from the flail should do it. The position was poor, but the head of the flail was massive and heavy, it should easily crush the sign into a million splinters if she could hit it. Having it behind her made it difficult to reach though. She tried to get a view of it, and managed to get it in the corner of her eye just before it struck down again. Another yelp, but she could see when it would be viable to go for it. The wind-up was much slower, if she could swing at the right time, it'd be an easy one. Then, she could wait for one of her teammates to cut her free. Then they could get the bunny ready for the taxidermist.<br/><br/>She shifted as best she could to get a good angle at it. It would be hard to get a good swing in, but it was worth the try. She pushed her upper body up as best she could, taking a firm hold of the handle, and swung with all the force she could muster.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>How pathetic. She felt ashamed of herself. She had no chance of getting a good swing at it from where she was. She was sure her grandmother could've done a better job at it. She wasn't even close to hitting the sign. It would undoubtedly be awkward to sit down with the rest of the party after they got out of this mess. She doubted she could look them in the eyes. First foolishly rushing into the trap, then this. She wasn't sure she even wanted the goat stuffed anymore, she just wanted it dead. She moved the hand with the flail back, but seemingly managed to trigger another trap in the process that took a hold of her hand. Perhaps it'd been meant to trigger earlier but hadn't. Any chances of another swing were killed off, at least with her dominant hand. The trap went from her wrist and all the way back to her elbow. She tried pulling out of it so she could try another swing by slipping out of the gloves, but it was too tight around her wrist.<br/><br/>Her left hand was still free enough to move up to the vine that gagged her. She was sure the sign had sped up considerably as well, though she hardly cared at this point. It hurt already and only got worse, but she had no shot at stopping it now. Best she could do was to either- Wait till someone could get to her, or try and pull herself out of the vines. That being said, she wasn't a patient person. No, she wanted out of this mess, ideally on her own. She continued trying to chew away at the gag while using her elbow to try and push herself up and out, only to find the vines getting tighter around her. Despite this, she continued to try and force herself out of it.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Hack and slash at sign</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-10-22 10:30:33, Maya (uid: 41538) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=109138)<br/><br/>...<br/>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zh3QqSVKtpA<br/></div></div>