Arentis Stevens
Form
Arentis saw everything happen in slow motion. Not that that helped him at all, it just prolonged the horror of a huge orange thing's head connecting with his own. His head snapped back and the momentum from his head sent him spinning in the air like a gynmanst without grace. Finally he managed to right himself a few inches from the floor, having spiralled and flipped out of control. Black spots incroached the corners of his vision and Orange suddendly seemed to have at least two more clones on either side of his as he attempted to keep consiousness.
He had to snap out of it and strike back; that much was obvious. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, he forced the air around his to go solid into a shield. That gave him an idea. What ifhe could stop this dog breathing, at least for a while, with his sheild. He could breathe through the solid but thats becuase he could control it. Right? His head span; ideas slipping away too fast to properly think through. So he went for it. He backed away while staring fixedly at the huge muzzle of his assailant. The muzzle suddenly got a transparent dome covering it.



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