Mettaton's arms snap out. His hand grabs Sophie's collar; his cannon wraps around her middle.
"Let go!" Sophie screams as she thrashes against him, but he holds firm.
To Grune, he says urgently, "Beautiful, it's time to retreat. I'll take care of them later. Talking isn't going to work here, so don't even try. Come on!"
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Date: 2016-02-24 05:42 am (UTC)"Let go!" Sophie screams as she thrashes against him, but he holds firm.
To Grune, he says urgently, "Beautiful, it's time to retreat. I'll take care of them later. Talking isn't going to work here, so don't even try. Come on!"