Well, what else am I going to do, not wear armor? Oh, no no no—
[ At this point, he slips a little in the vines, stomach lurching at the drop, but the Willow's got him good. It hitches him higher like a heavy toddler, leaving him awkwardly mashing his butt chin into his breastplate.
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[ At this point, he slips a little in the vines, stomach lurching at the drop, but the Willow's got him good. It hitches him higher like a heavy toddler, leaving him awkwardly mashing his butt chin into his breastplate.
Wheeze. ]
Don't just — don't just stand there!