[ The tentacle wraps around him, a smooth slippery grip, and Hei's pulse blazes and leaps as he's flung backward. The bricked surface of an adjacent wall swoops in to meet him. His shoulder slams off the surface -- but it's better than his skull, or Korra's body. Even as he was flung backward, he'd torqued his torso protectively around her, so he took the brunt of the impact. ]
[ Pinwheeling stars explode behind his eyes and abruptly his senses are filled with blood, its scent and taste, its drumming and surge. ]
[ Shaking the pain off, he tightens his grip around Korra, swinging his dizzied body away from the wall. At the same time he manages to get a grip around that watery noose around his neck, letting a sharp current arc across its length -- enough to fizzle it to steam, or hopefully, touch whoever is wielding the tentacle. ]
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[ Pinwheeling stars explode behind his eyes and abruptly his senses are filled with blood, its scent and taste, its drumming and surge. ]
[ Shaking the pain off, he tightens his grip around Korra, swinging his dizzied body away from the wall. At the same time he manages to get a grip around that watery noose around his neck, letting a sharp current arc across its length -- enough to fizzle it to steam, or hopefully, touch whoever is wielding the tentacle. ]