[Nagi writhes against the vines pinning his arms, unable to get himself free mostly since he cannot pinpoint the location of his attacker. Even letting his hands slacken to soften the blows against his chest helps only slightly, and he is able to bite back just a few grunts of pain before a strangled cry briefly escapes him. He could very well have a broken rib or two, but the pain is so deep that he can't tell if that's the case or not. He can still breathe, at least.
He struggles to get back to his feet, but the jostling around that the Servine is doing to him makes it impossible for him to stay upright for long. Nonetheless, he refuses to let out another sound. Whatever has him can't fight back forever against his own telekinesis trying to yank it off.]
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He struggles to get back to his feet, but the jostling around that the Servine is doing to him makes it impossible for him to stay upright for long. Nonetheless, he refuses to let out another sound. Whatever has him can't fight back forever against his own telekinesis trying to yank it off.]