[Keith's ready at the jump, mostly because he'd lost interest in the vendor the moment he seemed to be flagging them elsewhere. Sure, some distant part of him wants to help, even with Lance barking up the wrong tree as a backdrop.
Anyway, he's ready for what's coming, as in, he knows something's there but he's not sure what. Knife at the ready, he--]
Lance, no!
[He's too slow to prevent the initial grab; he's bolting after him -- ignoring the fact that there may be other vines around to grab him in turn. He's focused on cutting Lance loose before this turns into a situation that leaves them in similar form to that vendor. Or worse. Maybe they're meant to be feed for a carnivorous plant?
Anyway, there's a glint of his knife as Keith sends it flying (as he likes to do so much lately...); it should pierce the vine, and if all goes according to plan, if he's measured it right, it should slice right through and he should be near enough to catch Lance.
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Anyway, he's ready for what's coming, as in, he knows something's there but he's not sure what. Knife at the ready, he--]
Lance, no!
[He's too slow to prevent the initial grab; he's bolting after him -- ignoring the fact that there may be other vines around to grab him in turn. He's focused on cutting Lance loose before this turns into a situation that leaves them in similar form to that vendor. Or worse. Maybe they're meant to be feed for a carnivorous plant?
Anyway, there's a glint of his knife as Keith sends it flying (as he likes to do so much lately...); it should pierce the vine, and if all goes according to plan, if he's measured it right, it should slice right through and he should be near enough to catch Lance.
Or break his fall.]