She backs up into a wall, a terrible idea in hindsight, because all it does is get her cornered by a mad creation of man and woman. Nikos won’t admit it, but she is terrified by whatever this is. Pyrrha raises her hands defensively as a masculine body nearly topples over her. And yet, the expected contact never came. Instead, Jaune uses the wall behind her to support the weight of his upper body. As he is now he stands approximately nine feet, and with this enhancement her neck has to put in work to meet his eye. The neck piece she adorns is one to keep the composure of her neck stable, it won’t allow much flexibility because it is meant to improve posture.
Pyrrha begins to feel a tinge in her cervical vertebrae.
Globules of sweat perspire and slide down her face and the same process occurs on her thighs. She is unsure on how to proceed with the current situation. How could anyone? How does one tackle a situation akin to the one she presently finds herself in?
Janue stands on Nora’s knees, and she supplies a posture where she slightly bends them enough to provide a spot for his feet. Her hands comes to the front of his calves to support him from tipping, and to balance their center of gravity, her torso is slightly leaned back. They laugh in perfect harmony. “Looks like we have you cornered, Pyrrha.” States Jaune, seconds afterwards Nora chimes in with an energetic “YEAH!” Nora’s hardy chuckles become more maniacal at her expense.
Without much thought Pyrrha presses her hands against Jaune’s breast plate and pushes. Not much force is needed to propel him back, and in doing so, dismantle their human totem pole line-up. Jaune’s butt hits Nora’s face, the force throws off her stance and causes her to fall backwards. Mid-fall she inadvertently lets go of the knight, to which he falls over the valkyrie. He hits the ground head first, Nora falls in a seated position, rear first.
Pyrrha only grimaces at how painful it all seemed.
“I hope you two learned your lesson.”
