[PP-F27] See It Through 2 (Electric Boogaloo)

[Lessa 1]

Helpless, Lessa watched the vines snag Jomei, then drag him up beside her. His body bumped against hers like some horrifying human windchime, but instead of the sweet twinkle of wind through steel, the only sound she made was a guttural "oof." He hung quite a bit lower than she did, and realizing where her face ended up, she did her best to twist away from him. All her attempt earned her was a slow, lazy spin on the end of her green rope. "Listen," she began as she came around to face him, moving at a glacial pace, "I don't mean to be offensive or anything. But we look really, really stupid right now."

And they did. Jomei was draped in yards of green fabric that hung around him like some man-sized chrysalis. Likewise, Lessa's arms dangled like a pair of limp noodles - it was nothing short of a miracle that she managed to maintain her hold on her sword. 

Her sword!

It shouldn't take too much effort to swing herself up, slashing at the rope with the blade, and freeing her ankles from the vine's hold. Right? If she could fight bosses, scale floating towers, and demonstrate fantastical feats physical strength, she could absolutely do a single situp. Giving herself only a second to muster her courage and strength, she then did her best to hinge at the waist, her blade arching through the air... and coming nowhere close to the vine. "Yeah no," Lessa admitted on a hard exhale. "I guess the game system can't work miracles." She swayed there for a second longer, doing her best impression of a deer on a buck pole. Finally, she concluded with, "Remind me to look into Crossfit when we get out of here."

Craning her neck to avoid staring at Jomei's groin, a new, slightly better idea came to her. "You're lower than I am," Captain Obvious stated. "Do you mind if I-? Er, sorry. Hold on, I'll just-" Wrapping one arm around Jomei's leg, Lessa (carefully) tugged herself upright just enough to get her sword pressed to his vine. "I'm going to cut you down first. It's probably going to be a rough landing." With a hollered "sorry!", she slashed at his binding, and felt him slide out of her grasp.