*He winces at the sound and whips around looking for the source of the squeaking. Oh boy, turning that fast had been a bad idea. Everything in front of him seems to be swimming and there's a cold something attached around his ankle... oh hell no.*
Get this blasted thing off me!
*He thrashes about, kicking at the thing with his other leg and wondering if he can drag himself over to where his knife is.*
[Action] Oh Jell-O. This is why we can't have nice things..
Get this blasted thing off me!
*He thrashes about, kicking at the thing with his other leg and wondering if he can drag himself over to where his knife is.*