[There was no way he would ever imagine a lance just fly through the air and destroy the vines that were trying to rip a hole into his clothes, but then again, he never expected to be attacked by plants in the first place. It doesn't stop him from yelping and falling back on his ass anyway, eyes wide as he scoots back, his poor arrow since embedded into the ground from his desperate attempt to get free.
He doesn't even get the chance to swear. Not even a "What the fuck" before he's suddenly grabbed by some guy and carried like he weighed nothing, his voice grating on his ears as the words don't register. It's hard to pay attention to that right now, not when some man with a blindfold just came out of nowhere and manhandled him without warning, not when his precious arrow is still on the floor, with vines wriggling menacingly at them. No, he's too shocked to react properly for a few seconds, discombobulated by the turn of events. So he does the only logical thing he can think of at that moment.
He shoves the guy in the face, struggling in his grip like the angriest cat in the world.]
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He doesn't even get the chance to swear. Not even a "What the fuck" before he's suddenly grabbed by some guy and carried like he weighed nothing, his voice grating on his ears as the words don't register. It's hard to pay attention to that right now, not when some man with a blindfold just came out of nowhere and manhandled him without warning, not when his precious arrow is still on the floor, with vines wriggling menacingly at them. No, he's too shocked to react properly for a few seconds, discombobulated by the turn of events. So he does the only logical thing he can think of at that moment.
He shoves the guy in the face, struggling in his grip like the angriest cat in the world.]
Let me go! Get off of me!!