this is poppin', you a fanboy

Estie was attacking the elephants underbelly. Riot grabbed onto its foreleg and wrapped herself around it. Cadaver was still attacking its shoulder. And Nimue? She was being flailed around in the air, having held onto the elephants trunk as it hoisted her up. The whiplash was almost unbearable, even though she let her body go limp and wasn’t fighting the force. It made her head spin, pressure increasing on her neck and shoulders, her paws swiping wildly as she tried to grain some kind of leverage. But it was useless. The beast was too frantic, too consumed in its attempt at fighting the wolves off. She was taking a huge risk holding on; one perfect whip of its trunk and it could snap her neck. So she made the quick decision to let go, just as the beast flung its trunk towards a pile of underbrush that could break her fall.

"Nimue Vasanti"