Lion Head Mesa [mp] no weenies allowed!

well, she felt the teeth wrack against her coat, and hopefully there was no blood besides what already had been drained from her already with the thorns. but tuna doesn't squeal and instead waits for her counterpart to rejoin and regroup. she grabs soon enough and then heaves--!

with what little leverage tuna can muster with the thorns surrounding every bit of her body and feet, the girl digs her nails into the sand and tries to climb out. and for a moment she does budge! half of her body gets pulled free, while the other half finds itself tangled still in the thorny branches of the bush. part of her feels relieved, and yet the other half is still stuck.

another push and grapple! an attempt to kick out her legs and part of the damned bush finally breaks, releasing tuna in an all-too-familiar tie of her back legs, knotted from her own squirming about. huffing and puffing, with some thorns stuck in her coat, tuna catches her breath before guffawing.

"gah damn," she says, "toughest bush ah ever did fah-ght."