Feng wrote:As Tashira chants, streams of silky white light erupt from the floor diving straight for Marco (batting Megan to the side as needed). The strips wrap around him, starting around the waste (tugging tight I might add) before wrapping him up like a Egyptian Mummy or a fajita wrapped in foil.
Swoop!
Suddenly something materializes behind the displaced Mike!
Snatch!
Two dainty arms hold the boy in a tight grip.
"Do not interfere," scolds the voice of Tashira, or should I say her clone!
The CTC troops are able to position themselves as needed, as Tashira is too busy dealing with the two scallywags before her.
"Wha-- hey, this isn't funny, you knmmph!" Marco let out, wiggling and squirming at the tightly tug strips.