[ If Undyne had actually been expecting something like that, she might have put up more of a fight straight off. Instead, she just gives an undignified squawk because it catches her off guard, and the tables are flipped-- proverbially, for now.
Not for lack of effort, but her arm's already halfway to her side of the table, and it's not looking good for her. It only serves to make her nervous, and any hope she had at concentration flits out the door. ]
no subject
Not for lack of effort, but her arm's already halfway to her side of the table, and it's not looking good for her. It only serves to make her nervous, and any hope she had at concentration flits out the door. ]