[ He can’t just start hacking away for fear of taking the man’s feet off at the ankles, so it’s only when he finds a section of the vine that isn’t coiled around anything that he starts in with his sword, the sharp edge biting into the plant.
Of course in that time, Connor loses his footing, another vine slithering past Arenvald’s armored boot to coil around Connor’s foot. ]
Oi! Look here, you son of a morbol, you’re not going anywhere with them!
[ With a final swing, the vine keeping the local tied up is severed. The portion around his legs goes slack, allowing him to crawl free and dash away. The plant doesn’t much like that, a vine snapping out to grab hold of Arenvald’s sword arm.
What a time not to be able to scorch these plants away. ]
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Of course in that time, Connor loses his footing, another vine slithering past Arenvald’s armored boot to coil around Connor’s foot. ]
Oi! Look here, you son of a morbol, you’re not going anywhere with them!
[ With a final swing, the vine keeping the local tied up is severed. The portion around his legs goes slack, allowing him to crawl free and dash away. The plant doesn’t much like that, a vine snapping out to grab hold of Arenvald’s sword arm.
What a time not to be able to scorch these plants away. ]