Alphonse was gagging, choking against the mass of hair forcing itself down his throat. He grabbed his throat by pure instinct and panic, his move to then grab the mass of hair interrupted by Lloyd taking hold of him.
Thin cuts bled freely along his arms and legs, not deep enough to impede but still painful and needing tending. His perception was beginning to return from the fight-or-flight panic he had been caught in before, and he scrambled to get up and back away from the creature.
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Thin cuts bled freely along his arms and legs, not deep enough to impede but still painful and needing tending. His perception was beginning to return from the fight-or-flight panic he had been caught in before, and he scrambled to get up and back away from the creature.