Sun Mote Copse Dance of the sugar plum fairy.

What the fucking fuck??? was about all Penn could muster into his brain as he smashed into his opponent's stomach and she managed to flip him like a damn pancake into the ground. This was not something Crow had ever done to him, nor was it something he'd ever attempted himself. He usually tried to protect his vulnerable belly, not use it as a soft place for his enemies to land while he octopus-ed his arms around them and made them feel like god damn fools.

He had no idea how to defend against it, so he resorted to his usual which involved a lot of flailing and snapping at thin air and not a bit of getting free. The most he could hope for was some pity to inspire her to let him go, though there would be no salvaging any dignity from that either.