Pinned to the ground, Cynrik struggled to breathe, let alone move.
{Support class my ass, this…ugh…bastard is a fucking tank in disguise.}
Brance, noticing that Cynrik was in a tight spot but otherwise fine, decided to fire off a couple more [Stone Spikes] into the hut walls, letting the steam meander in from outside, leaving his brother to deal with Montu solo for a minute or two.
Cynrik, on the other hand, was not so free as to worry about Brance, as the lizardman repeatedly lifted and slammed his tail, carrying him along with the dramatic movements. The tip of the muscular appendage had slithered its way around Cynrik's neck, but as someone who had spent quite a few years practicing Jiu-Jitsu, he wasn't at a total loss when it came to handling being choked. So although he was being whipped around transitioning from the ground to the nearest wall, Cynrik went to work with his fingers and hands, using them to create a small gap between his neck and the muscular appendage.
