[A deep bass chortle sounds from within the creature as the mud inches higher, little by little.]
Suffocaaaate...
Nero, heads up!
[The monster's features start to shift in Yang's direction, but don't quite make it before a shattered tree is swung against its leg hard. The thud is fierce enough that the vibrations run through Nero's feet too, and holding the base of that very large tree is Yang. It's bulky and hard to grip, but the sheer weight of the makeshift weapon isn't a problem thanks to her semblance. The tips of her hair have begun to flicker as she grins.]
[If the size of her fists was the problem, then she just needed to upgrade to a bigger weapon.]
[The smash of the tree destabilizes the monster and it begins to tilt precariously, no longer trying to suck its captive inside of its arm. Down it comes, a tidal wash of swamp water crashing over the bayou edge as it lands hard.]
[It won't stay down long, though. Yang drops the broken half of the tree, now that it's firmly lodged in the creature's leg, and aims her left fist at the shoulder joint. A twist of the arm to shift the ammunition shells, and three quick blasts of twinkling blue rockets power into the arm that's got Nero. When they hit, sheets of ice crackle and spread, firming up the mud into something more solid. Yang pauses to reload, giving a short nod to her partner.]
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Suffocaaaate...
Nero, heads up!
[The monster's features start to shift in Yang's direction, but don't quite make it before a shattered tree is swung against its leg hard. The thud is fierce enough that the vibrations run through Nero's feet too, and holding the base of that very large tree is Yang. It's bulky and hard to grip, but the sheer weight of the makeshift weapon isn't a problem thanks to her semblance. The tips of her hair have begun to flicker as she grins.]
[If the size of her fists was the problem, then she just needed to upgrade to a bigger weapon.]
[The smash of the tree destabilizes the monster and it begins to tilt precariously, no longer trying to suck its captive inside of its arm. Down it comes, a tidal wash of swamp water crashing over the bayou edge as it lands hard.]
[It won't stay down long, though. Yang drops the broken half of the tree, now that it's firmly lodged in the creature's leg, and aims her left fist at the shoulder joint. A twist of the arm to shift the ammunition shells, and three quick blasts of twinkling blue rockets power into the arm that's got Nero. When they hit, sheets of ice crackle and spread, firming up the mud into something more solid. Yang pauses to reload, giving a short nod to her partner.]
You know what to do.