Breaks grapple with Wretch

She moved her hand, and two fingers pressed me against a wall, needle thin bars against my throat and thighs.

I couldn't trust that my forcefield would come back in time. My feet were only barely touching the ground, but I could fly. I flew away from her, sliding between the extended digits and the wall.

She increased the pressure, and I had to stop, lest I give myself road rash while scraping against the concrete wall. Another nail-finger shifted position, slapping me across the cheekbone and ear, and pressed my head back.

Her mouth opened. I didn't see her do anything, but I threw up my shield all the same, the moment I felt it was ready. I pushed out, hard, and the wretch did the same, gripping and pushing the finger bars that had trapped me. A foot from my face, her tongue struck hard against an invisible surface. It would have gone right through me if it had connected.

I moved while I could, between fingers and wall. I could feel here and there where there was a bulge where there had been a knuckle. I could only imagine how it worked when it wasn't extended fingers, but the rusty nail-teeth. Doing this would have been like running a saw against my throat, face, and thighs.

- Shade 5.3