You get carried along by Roy's palm before he lets you tumble down his fingers and onto the rock-solid mountain that is his right bicep.
"You need to learn respect, tiny one," his voice echoes over his shoulder. "Respect your teacher, and respect your opponent..."
Roy tips his arm, causing you to roll down his bicep and into the waiting pit between his lower and upper arm. Suddenly, you feel the living landscape around you tense. Roy's bicep starts to rise as a shadow descends over you. You coil up in terror as his upper arm descends towards you.
The space around you tightens as the upper and lower arm converge. You press against his upper arm muscles, which feel like pushing against stone - solid and completely immovable. You can feel the veins of Roy's arms start to rise and throb.
Roy releases the curl before resuming a second, and third time. You can't see much from getting sandwiched between two massive arm muscles, as Roy grimaces as he holds his muscles tight and smothers you. You hear deep breathing from over his shoulder, but you can also hear the heartbeat pulsing through his veins.
"MMMMM.....HHHHHHH...." Roy breathes deeply.
As soon as he releases his pressure on you; Roy lifts his arm as if to get a better gauge of his trapped pupil. In doing so, you tumble from the pit that trapped you and into open space. Your fall takes you through the arm sleeve and into Roy's gi.
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