[ enjoy. no. never. she is so DONE getting wet, especially when it’s a slap in the face like that. she glares at him, gritting her teeth and growling right back, because like hell shes going to let you intimidate her. ]

Take your own advice, Intensity. Your defeat is the one that’s inevitable! [ the tentacles finally re-emerge and slither from over her shoulders to loom menacingly overhead for a few moments, because it’s game over, intensity. ] Nice try. Pity it wasn’t good enough. [ she chuckles as they dart forward to try to pin him in place. ]

[ no more struggling / thrashing / etc. ]