Grapples Chris/Kenzie

I could hear Chris' approach, now. The sound of branches breaking underfoot, the rustling of under- and over-growth.

He'd grown. He'd shucked off his clothes and he'd donned what looked like an oversized pair of shorts in a coarse cloth. They had to have taken up most of the bag's space. He was twelve feet tall, with skewed proportions. Large legs, large around the middle, large hands, all with coarse hair. His shoulders seemed somewhat narrow, his neck long, his head only a little larger than normal, with faintly pronounced tusks. His hair, wild before, was just a bit longer than it had been.

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Kenzie's pincer-claw grabbed for my arm, then pulled my arm away from Chris. I let it, grabbing the prehensile length of it between Kenzie and me. Not a huge factor. One hand still on Chris' shoulder, I activated my forcefield, using the added strength to pull at Chris. He continued his backward walk until he stumbled into one of Tristan's sections of raised ground.

He toppled, and I shifted my position to guide his fall for the first half of the way. The focus on the latter half of the way was letting my forcefield down and catching Kenzie.

Chris fell flat on his back. Kenzie wriggled momentarily, and I deposited her on Chris' chest, to make getting to his feet just a little bit harder. The claw slipped free of my arm.

- Glare 3.3