"I suppose..."

"I suppose I should," she says with a smile. "There's no way you'll be able to hold me anyways."

You grin back at her, admiring the cute blonde's self confidence. Limbering up your fingers, you stretch your fingers out several feet and wiggle them around like little whips. "Ready when you are, Liberteen. Just say the word."

She takes a deep breath and notices the line of heroes around you are all watching your little duel.She pushes any nervousness out of her face, looks you straight in the eye and says, "Bring it on, Rubber Man."

Quick as a flash, you're on the young heroine, first encircling her with your rope-like fingers, then following that with your arms, stretched into thick cords. Soon her arms are bound tightly to her sides, with only her hands free to move at the wrists. You enjoy the feeling of her struggling under your grasp, her toned body pressed against your arms. "It's Rubber Chicken, miss."

Liberteen stops moving for a second and then grins at you. You feel her arms start to pull away from her body, stronger than before.