Him (6)
Drake and Acceber wasted no time in arming themselves with swords, their blades gleaming in the flickering light of the burning plant. With a shared communication, they set to work, slashing and cutting at the charred vines that threatened to entangle them.
"We cannot use superpowers right now," Acceber reminded Drake, her voice tinged with caution. "There might be people eyeing us somewhere."
Drake nodded in agreement, his focus entirely on the task at hand. "Understood. We'll handle this the old-fashioned way."
With a coordinated effort, they moved as one, their swords flashing through the air as they sliced through the toughened vines. Each blow was delivered with accuracy, their movements fluid and calculated as they fought to gain the upper hand against their formidable foe.
"The skin of the plant might be comparable to the scales of a snake," Drake observed, his gaze never leaving the task at hand. "We need to cut diagonally to pierce through."