>Resist urge to blast it immediately.
>Grit teeth.
>Look down.
>You reign in your first instinct, grit your teeth and look down. You don't see anything. Or rather you see
nothing, where something should be. The part of your leg that you can feel being gripped is nothing but featureless blackness, like the rest of this space. If it were not for you still being able to feel it, you would think it missing entirely. Your ankle and foot look disturbing detached from the rest of your body.
>More blackness, like wavering tendrils, reaches up and clamps onto your other leg. You feel it pulling on you.