[Everything happens a lot. The shadow monsters have left, but there's no time to celebrate or even lick their wounds, really. They have to get out of here fast before someone traps them again and someone else has to risk their lives to rescue them.
Mista asks for something stickish, and he vaguely remembers having dropped a branch somewhere earlier, when he'd fought "Da Vinci". It's hard to see in the dark, but he manages to scrounge around until he finds it.]
Here, let me. Hold out your arm.
[Not that he doubts Mista could do it one-handed, and normally he wouldn't step into something like this if he wasn't asked, but again, time is of the essence here.]
iv.
Mista asks for something stickish, and he vaguely remembers having dropped a branch somewhere earlier, when he'd fought "Da Vinci". It's hard to see in the dark, but he manages to scrounge around until he finds it.]
Here, let me. Hold out your arm.
[Not that he doubts Mista could do it one-handed, and normally he wouldn't step into something like this if he wasn't asked, but again, time is of the essence here.]