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For a split second, Marcia had no idea what was happening. Some things happen to fast for the human brain to process and it takes a moment to catch up. Something lurched up from the ground like a grotesque prairie dog and grabbed her ankle tightly. She smelled fresh soil and a plant kind of smell, something she couldn't quite place. Half a second later she had her right leg yanked out from under her. Marcia fell to the ground with a thud and grunted. Another thing ripped from the ground near her and curled around her left arm. She was being pulled towards the water! Then Marcia's fighting instinct kicked in. She hefted her clunky rifle in her right hand, utilizing her exceptional upper arm strength to steady and aim the weapon downwards past her leg. What she saw there confused her. It was a dark brown, hairy looking… thing. Like a long fire hose covered in bristly hair. It was wrapped twice around her ankle, the hairy projections curling at her boot and socks, clearly trying to get better purchase. She could feel the tendril on her left arm squirming as well, the thin hairs creeping at her skin. It disgusted her intensely. But she smiled, finding a very fitting solution to the problem. She aimed her big rifle at the first tendril and let off a burst that sounded like dropping rocks on sheet metal. The tendril split apart like firecrackers inside of a toilet paper roll. Now that was satisfying!
"Hah! Take that you detestable, puke-licking piece of scum!" Marcia taunted. The brown stump gushed brown and green fluid and dejectedly pulled the rest of itself into the water. Marcia liked to think it was her insult that made it do so. The tendril on her left arm continued to hold on tightly though, now dragging her sideways towards the water. This would certainly be more tricky. She could aim properly at that angle without a pretty good chance of turning her arm into chunks of beef jerky. At the moment she curiously felt like this was a fun challenge, a bit in where she could prove her prowess. Laying down her rifle, which was useless at the moment, she reached down and unsheathed her knife. With a swift lurch she rolled half-way over and plunged the knife through the tendril and into the dirt, burying the knife up to the hilt. But just to completely agonize the thing for having the gall to attack her, she put the serrated edge in a way so that as the tendril pulled more, it gradually split itself open. It was like holding a blade stationary, then taking a piece of string cheese and pulling it down the middle against the blade to shear it in half. When the tentacle finally did let go it was so horrifically lacerated that it probably wouldn't ever grab anything again. Marcia chuckled darkly and spat as the tendril pulled into the water, disappearing.

Claire had her hands full herself. When the tendrils burst up from the ground one of them bumped her canoe with such force that she was sent sprawling on the dirt shore. After spitting dirt out of her mouth she felt another tendril rising up right underneath her like a gigantic worm. The ground ripped apart and a dirt clad tendril wrapped around her torso once and then whipped roughly around her neck several times. Her skin crawled as the thin hairs grabbed at her clothes and hair, gripping like tiny fingers. She felt herself being dragged backwards and dig her boots into the ground, trying to slow herself down. That didn't do much. Cripes, the thing was strong! And her gun was pinned underneath the tendril…

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For a split second, Marcia had no idea what was happening. Some things happen to fast for the human brain to process and it takes a moment to catch up. Something lurched up from the ground like a grotesque prairie dog and grabbed her ankle tightly. She smelled fresh soil and a plant kind of smell, something she couldn't quite place. Half a second later she had her right leg yanked out from under her. Marcia fell to the ground with a thud and grunted. Another thing ripped from the ground near her and curled around her left arm. She was being pulled towards the water! Then Marcia's fighting instinct kicked in. She hefted her clunky rifle in her right hand, utilizing her exceptional upper arm strength to steady and aim the weapon downwards past her leg. What she saw there confused her. It was a dark brown, hairy looking… thing. Like a long fire hose covered in bristly hair. It was wrapped twice around her ankle, the hairy projections curling at her boot and socks, clearly trying to get better purchase. She could feel the tendril on her left arm squirming as well, the thin hairs creeping at her skin. It disgusted her intensely. But she smiled, finding a very fitting solution to the problem. She aimed her big rifle at the first tendril and let off a burst that sounded like dropping rocks on sheet metal. The tendril split apart like firecrackers inside of a toilet paper roll. Now that was satisfying!
"Hah! Take that you detestable, puke-licking piece of scum!" Marcia taunted. The brown stump gushed brown and green fluid and dejectedly pulled the rest of itself into the water. Marcia liked to think it was her insult that made it do so. The tendril on her left arm continued to hold on tightly though, now dragging her sideways towards the water. This would certainly be more tricky. She could aim properly at that angle without a pretty good chance of turning her arm into chunks of beef jerky. At the moment she curiously felt like this was a fun challenge, a bit in where she could prove her prowess. Laying down her rifle, which was useless at the moment, she reached down and unsheathed her knife. With a swift lurch she rolled half-way over and plunged the knife through the tendril and into the dirt, burying the knife up to the hilt. But just to completely agonize the thing for having the gall to attack her, she put the serrated edge in a way so that as the tendril pulled more, it gradually split itself open. It was like holding a blade stationary, then taking a piece of string cheese and pulling it down the middle against the blade to shear it in half. When the tentacle finally did let go it was so horrifically lacerated that it probably wouldn't ever grab anything again. Marcia chuckled darkly and spat as the tendril pulled into the water, disappearing.

Claire had her hands full herself. When the tendrils burst up from the ground one of them bumped her canoe with such force that she was sent sprawling on the dirt shore. After spitting dirt out of her mouth she felt another tendril rising up right underneath her like a gigantic worm. The ground ripped apart and a dirt clad tendril wrapped around her torso once and then whipped roughly around her neck several times. Her skin crawled as the thin hairs grabbed at her clothes and hair, gripping like tiny fingers. She felt herself being dragged backwards and dig her boots into the ground, trying to slow herself down. That didn't do much. Cripes, the thing was strong! And her gun was pinned underneath the tendril…