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Fisto gets separated from the other Masters in a series of caves that Skeletor's forces were seen exploring. Thinking he can just smash his way through any obstacle, he brashly sets off down the stone cooridors. At first a few cobwebs brush against his hair and beard. His skin gets goosebumbs as he feels some other gossamer threads brush against him and then suddenly he walks into almost transparent strands of webbing as thick as ropes, strong as steel and very, very sticky.

Fisto is no slouch in the strength department and begins trying to rip himself free of the sticky webbing but merely gets more entangled! Suddenly the strands tighten and lift him off the ground, thrashing and grunting in their gooey strings.

Suddenly clawed, dark blue hands caress his arms and almost lovingly trace along his muscles. A hot puff of breath is on the nape of Fisto's neck.

'Well, well, welcome to my parlor. Such a beefy little fly. It's gonna take a while to suck you dry.'

Description
Fisto gets separated from the other Masters in a series of caves that Skeletor's forces were seen exploring. Thinking he can just smash his way through any obstacle, he brashly sets off down the stone cooridors. At first a few cobwebs brush against his hair and beard. His skin gets goosebumbs as he feels some other gossamer threads brush against him and then suddenly he walks into almost transparent strands of webbing as thick as ropes, strong as steel and very, very sticky.

Fisto is no slouch in the strength department and begins trying to rip himself free of the sticky webbing but merely gets more entangled! Suddenly the strands tighten and lift him off the ground, thrashing and grunting in their gooey strings.

Suddenly clawed, dark blue hands caress his arms and almost lovingly trace along his muscles. A hot puff of breath is on the nape of Fisto's neck.

'Well, well, welcome to my parlor. Such a beefy little fly. It's gonna take a while to suck you dry.'