"You got it," she says, dragging her hair out of her eyes with a sweeping tendril.
And... two things happen.
One: the seething tangle of soft tentacles contracts into a hard, smooth second skin that glows beneath her clothing, complete with a faceless mask. It's not nearly at the usual strength she gives her armour, because she needs some concentration to keep the swords going, and she trusts Zuko not to suddenly pull a gun and shoot her in the face. But it lets her get away with things she ought not to be able to get away with.
Two: she tries that attack again, but this time it's accompanied by thin tentacles flicking out from her forearms and batting at his face and hands: half distraction, half an attempt to disarm that she doesn't think will succeed. There's barely any thought in them, and when they meet the edge of someone's blade they give way with all the resistance of cobwebs, but there are lots and the glow is making it hard to see.
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And... two things happen.
One: the seething tangle of soft tentacles contracts into a hard, smooth second skin that glows beneath her clothing, complete with a faceless mask. It's not nearly at the usual strength she gives her armour, because she needs some concentration to keep the swords going, and she trusts Zuko not to suddenly pull a gun and shoot her in the face. But it lets her get away with things she ought not to be able to get away with.
Two: she tries that attack again, but this time it's accompanied by thin tentacles flicking out from her forearms and batting at his face and hands: half distraction, half an attempt to disarm that she doesn't think will succeed. There's barely any thought in them, and when they meet the edge of someone's blade they give way with all the resistance of cobwebs, but there are lots and the glow is making it hard to see.