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The tractor field hummed and buzzed around TK like an angry beast as she started to make progress against its hold. Her every muscle was strained to its limits, body screaming for release from the terrible tension which she was forcing upon it...but the indomitable tiger-girl pushed the pain aside and kept her mind focused on simply keeping up the pressure, without cease. Because she knew that if she let the strain off for even one second...the field would snap her back into place and she would have to start the agonizing journey all over again. And that notion filled even the stout-hearted TK with dread.

Her flashing emerald eyes had become locked upon a single point on the field-machine's super-structure, and she pushed all her present effort into reaching a hand out toward that goal. New facets of her restraint presented themselves a she struggled, all peripherally noted and processed...before being subsumed into the all-consuming endeavor against the remorseless machine. Such as the realization that the field was strongest toward its center and seemed to lose some of its strength the farther out she got from that center-point. Though that was really more like saying that concrete was less strong than steel; true...but an almost academic point under the circumstances. Still, it did make TK's task a little easier, and gave the sense that she was making real progress, at least until her fingertips finally approached the outer edge of the sickly-green wall...

Where the strength seemed to increase dramatically, until it felt as if TK were pushing her hand up against a solid-smooth wall. The terrible, striving growl which rolled from behind the stifling metal muzzle pitched up in alarm at that development, real horror bursting in TK's heart. She'd assumed from the beginning that this odd force-field wasn't solid at its outer edge...that there was no "wall" holding her within, only the force itself, trying to drive her back toward its center. With frustrated tears burning in the corner of her strain-grimacing eyes, and alarm giving her a burst of extra strength, TK dug her toes in and lunged forward with more strength than she knew she had. Striving toward her chosen goal with truly every fiber of her being, twisting hard and ramming her hand forward against the barrier before her...

And sudden;y that hand plunged through almost like she were punching through thick ice. Once out into open air, her fingers sprang apart in a subconscious gesture of triumph, and TK felt her anxiety flash like lightning back toward grim, unyielding determination once more. Her hand closed around the cool metal bar of the field-generator's upright and she latched on with a death-grip, actually uttering a muffled groan of relief and joy at the accomplishment.

She used that anchor-point to help pull herself against the field's hold, while still pushing forward without a moment's rest. Faster than she would have thought possible, her upper body began to slip free, allowing her to grab on with the other hand and help herself still further along. The green column dragged and clutched at her legs like a spiteful, living thing, desperate to draw her back into its embrace... But TK's will proved greater than the machine, her flesh stronger than the force, and finally, she found herself sliding out between the struts of the diabolical apparatus...

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The tractor field hummed and buzzed around TK like an angry beast as she started to make progress against its hold. Her every muscle was strained to its limits, body screaming for release from the terrible tension which she was forcing upon it...but the indomitable tiger-girl pushed the pain aside and kept her mind focused on simply keeping up the pressure, without cease. Because she knew that if she let the strain off for even one second...the field would snap her back into place and she would have to start the agonizing journey all over again. And that notion filled even the stout-hearted TK with dread.

Her flashing emerald eyes had become locked upon a single point on the field-machine's super-structure, and she pushed all her present effort into reaching a hand out toward that goal. New facets of her restraint presented themselves a she struggled, all peripherally noted and processed...before being subsumed into the all-consuming endeavor against the remorseless machine. Such as the realization that the field was strongest toward its center and seemed to lose some of its strength the farther out she got from that center-point. Though that was really more like saying that concrete was less strong than steel; true...but an almost academic point under the circumstances. Still, it did make TK's task a little easier, and gave the sense that she was making real progress, at least until her fingertips finally approached the outer edge of the sickly-green wall...

Where the strength seemed to increase dramatically, until it felt as if TK were pushing her hand up against a solid-smooth wall. The terrible, striving growl which rolled from behind the stifling metal muzzle pitched up in alarm at that development, real horror bursting in TK's heart. She'd assumed from the beginning that this odd force-field wasn't solid at its outer edge...that there was no "wall" holding her within, only the force itself, trying to drive her back toward its center. With frustrated tears burning in the corner of her strain-grimacing eyes, and alarm giving her a burst of extra strength, TK dug her toes in and lunged forward with more strength than she knew she had. Striving toward her chosen goal with truly every fiber of her being, twisting hard and ramming her hand forward against the barrier before her...

And sudden;y that hand plunged through almost like she were punching through thick ice. Once out into open air, her fingers sprang apart in a subconscious gesture of triumph, and TK felt her anxiety flash like lightning back toward grim, unyielding determination once more. Her hand closed around the cool metal bar of the field-generator's upright and she latched on with a death-grip, actually uttering a muffled groan of relief and joy at the accomplishment.

She used that anchor-point to help pull herself against the field's hold, while still pushing forward without a moment's rest. Faster than she would have thought possible, her upper body began to slip free, allowing her to grab on with the other hand and help herself still further along. The green column dragged and clutched at her legs like a spiteful, living thing, desperate to draw her back into its embrace... But TK's will proved greater than the machine, her flesh stronger than the force, and finally, she found herself sliding out between the struts of the diabolical apparatus...

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