[The smart thing to do would be to let go of the grappling gun. But kobolds are possessive creatures, the sort to cling to anything they can grab—and nevermind if their arms can even fit around whatever it is. Avi instinctively tightens his grip as they crash into each other, clawed feet automatically scrambling for purchase and instead snagging on Donatello's hoodie.
(In every life, a nat 1 must be rolled.)
The grappling wire dips alarmingly, dragged down by their combined weight, but continues to retract at a speedy clip, pulling them through the air like fish on a line and, oh Kurtulmak, it feels like his arms are gonna detach from their sockets.]
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(In every life, a nat 1 must be rolled.)
The grappling wire dips alarmingly, dragged down by their combined weight, but continues to retract at a speedy clip, pulling them through the air like fish on a line and, oh Kurtulmak, it feels like his arms are gonna detach from their sockets.]
Ow ow ow—!