[ Minato misses that cozy cafe where nothing's trying to kill him except lamentation over not being able to taste. Shame is sort of how he feels right now, though, having gone down into the subway to look around as if it were nothing more interesting than the dark alleyways he takes shortcuts through after work, and being blindsided by things he can't manage on his own. Or, in good conscience, pretend he's capable of it. ]
Help's appreciated.
[ That's an understatement. He draws an arrow from the quiver on his back and stabs into one of the vines that had lashed out at him, and it takes all his strength to pull it back out and tear it through the length of it, like stringing cheese. It doesn't stop the vine from moving or kill it, but it's easier to break out of the hold next time somebody else gets caught in it. ]
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Help's appreciated.
[ That's an understatement. He draws an arrow from the quiver on his back and stabs into one of the vines that had lashed out at him, and it takes all his strength to pull it back out and tear it through the length of it, like stringing cheese. It doesn't stop the vine from moving or kill it, but it's easier to break out of the hold next time somebody else gets caught in it. ]