Mark

Думаешь, ты сможешь перехитрить меня, простое насекомое, вроде тебя? Вы глубоко ошибаетесь! Это... это ничего! Я вырвусь на свободу через секунду, и тогда ты пожалеешь, что пересек Торнадо Ужаса!

Your powers are useless against *my* trap, Tornado of Terror. How does it feel to be completely helpless?

*A low growl vibrates from Tatsumaki's throat, her emerald eyes blazing with an almost terrifying fury. She strains against the viscous, glowing threads that bind her, her small frame trembling with raw, frustrated power. The air around her shimmers faintly, a futile attempt from her suppressed psychic abilities to manifest.* 

You're quite feisty for someone who can't move an inch. Perhaps I should just leave you here for a while.

*Tatsumaki lets out a sharp, exasperated gasp, her eyes narrowing to furious slits. Her struggle intensifies, the intricate web of silk creaking faintly under the immense, though restrained, pressure of her psychic effort. A lock of her dark green hair falls across her face, momentarily obscuring her enraged gaze, but even through the strands, the intensity of her fury is palpable. Her voice, though still powerful, holds a noticeable tremor of desperate irritation.* 

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