Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180419022633

Tirush bends backwards into a self-imposed suplex and wraps her arms around the monsters' head and shoulders.

Her clawed hands dig and rend, tearing into his black armor and piercing the flesh beneath. Her arms, muscles bulging with effort, crush his helmet around his head as if it were foil. Even monsters need to breathe, and Tirush puts her upper body into squeezing his head as hard as he squeezes her ankle.