Letting out a startled squeak, Queen was tugged off his feet as his
concentration wavered. Rolling to regain control of his body, he
panicked when he realized that he couldn't tug Drake's tail off. He
didn't want to hurt Drake too much but at the same time, there
wasn't a better option. If he didn't escape soon, it would most
definitely spell the end of the fight. But where his mind wavered,
his body took control. Running forward, Queen slid close enough to
touch Drake and shoved the toe of his shoes under Drake, pushing up
to roll the other onto his side with tremendous effort. But with
his weak strength, he only succeeded in lifting Drake a few
centimeters off the ground.
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