[The vine tears away from her hand easily when she's pulled away, but more start to snake away from the walls, probing the air for things to grab.]
Screw it, they can have their dumb wall!
[Her knives are out in a flash. This is really more a job for some good garden shears, or perhaps a machete, but they're the only sharp objects she has to defend herself with.]
[The flame he summoned earlier is tossed at the wall, sending a cluster of vines away. The one behind him successfully snake around his ankles and yank him backwards, sending him falling. Mohamme'd jacket padded the fall on his arms, but kicking the plants do nothing.]
Magician's Red!
[The fiery birdman astral projects out of his body and heats up the the vines.]
[She jumps out of the line of fire-- whoa what the heckie, she didn't know he could do that.]
Magician's what?
[The vines, or whatever's controlling them, seem to be getting the point at last. Those already on the floor or reaching out shrink away from the flames, while the movement on the wall itself diminishes. Arlene darts over to cut the ones that have Mohammed where they meet the wall, giving the birdman a wide berth.]
[The birdman screeches and lashes at the wall behind Arlene while Mohammed pushes himself onto his feet. He spins around and watches her fight the vines.]
My Persona. He'll take care of the vines. We need to run!
By the time the twists and turns of the tunnel start to lead them upwards, she's getting worried, and a worried Arlene is a quiet and cranky one. The last stretch might be a little uncomfortable, but finally, the air starts to get fresher and light to filter down their way. Arlene runs ahead, making her the first to see the woods at the end of the tunnel.]
It felt like we were in there way longer, didn't it? [she remarks, blinking against the late afternoon sun]
[Mohammed runs after her with with Magicin's Red behind him. A vine touches its arm, which is immediately burned. Every so often, he sends it ahead closer to Arlene to take care of any vines dangerously close to her. The light gives him a goal, something to remind him that he's near the end.
Magician's Red exits with a screech and hovers above them as Mohammed stumbles to a stop.]
This isn't the park. [The trees are too thick. He can't hear the river.] Let's keep going. [Quietly. Those trees may be out for them.]
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Screw it, they can have their dumb wall!
[Her knives are out in a flash. This is really more a job for some good garden shears, or perhaps a machete, but they're the only sharp objects she has to defend herself with.]
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Magician's Red!
[The fiery birdman astral projects out of his body and heats up the the vines.]
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Magician's what?
[The vines, or whatever's controlling them, seem to be getting the point at last. Those already on the floor or reaching out shrink away from the flames, while the movement on the wall itself diminishes. Arlene darts over to cut the ones that have Mohammed where they meet the wall, giving the birdman a wide berth.]
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My Persona. He'll take care of the vines. We need to run!
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By the time the twists and turns of the tunnel start to lead them upwards, she's getting worried, and a worried Arlene is a quiet and cranky one. The last stretch might be a little uncomfortable, but finally, the air starts to get fresher and light to filter down their way. Arlene runs ahead, making her the first to see the woods at the end of the tunnel.]
It felt like we were in there way longer, didn't it? [she remarks, blinking against the late afternoon sun]
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Magician's Red exits with a screech and hovers above them as Mohammed stumbles to a stop.]
This isn't the park. [The trees are too thick. He can't hear the river.] Let's keep going. [Quietly. Those trees may be out for them.]