Ghirahim shot a snarl towards the creature, holding his blade in place stubbornly. Damn, those things did seem pretty intimidating. It's been a long time since Ghirahim actually had to struggle against an enemy. He wondered if he had lost any strength over the years.
He certainly didn't expect the net to land on him. He gave a yelp, tumbling down onto his belly. After a quick moment of wondering what the hell forced him down he grinned. They didn't expect this net to stand up against his sword did they? He raised his arm but was met with yet another surprise as the air refused to be inhaled. What was wrong?! He tried to breath but nothing would work with him it seems! He made a face of irritation as a hand moved to his throat. He had to get out of there! It's simple, he tried not to panic. All he had to do was pull it off like a blanket right? His blade hit the ground with a clatter, followed by the thud of his arm. DAMN, he couldn't move. His head hit the ground next, ouch. All this lacking of air was making his vision start to blur. Not to mention his lungs felt like they were on fire.