[He's yanked backwards, letting out a strangled yelp of surprise (apparently that works both ways! Who knew?) - but not before the floor underneath both of them hisses and flares into life. In the blink of an eye, a series of sturdy iron bars erupt from the blue-white glow at their feet in a perfect circle around them, fast enough to puncture clean through the chair still lying forlornly off to Rainbow's side, stopping only when they hit the ceiling. A few dislodged flakes of plaster float down.
This was not quite the plan. And it's kind of cramped in here. There's barely enough space for him to twist round and shout at her properly... not that he could with a foreleg around his throat. He tries, though.]
The hell did you do that for?!
[Good thing it's him and not an average-sized human being, or this would actually be painful.]
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This was not quite the plan. And it's kind of cramped in here. There's barely enough space for him to twist round and shout at her properly... not that he could with a foreleg around his throat. He tries, though.]
The hell did you do that for?!
[
Good thing it's him and not an average-sized human being, or this would actually be painful.]