Ciskel looked confused at the thorny artwork. Ce couldn't even see Galen anymore. Who knew what he was plotting in there.
So Ciskel decided to stay some distance away from the mass of vines. He looked around, there were a lot of onlookers by now. But he was looking for something that could cut. "Sheesh, knowing reequip would sure come in handy right about now." Then he remembered how they experimented with lacrima a few days ago, It seemed like an eternity to him, but in truth it had only been a few days. He was still wearing the same pants too. Bit gross... But that meant the lacrima were still in his pockets.
Ciskel grinned, he had his plan now. First let's put on a little more pressure, literally. He weighed down the new vines a lot more, compacting the mass tighter and, without a doubt, a lot less comfortable.