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"Call it a hunch, but I feel like if we approach that, something's going to grab us..." You comment, clenching your jaw tightly as you stare uncomfortably at the scene before you. "Better safe than sorry. Connect your harnesses to a line of rope, boys. Never know if we'll need to get out of dodge quickly." You command, turning around for a moment to do it yourself. Your crew nods their heads and get to work immediately, and just a few seconds later the three of you are far more secure against the possibility of something snatching you at random.
"Alright, Cap! What's next?" Gigas asks, tapping his fists together eagerly. You rub your chin in silent contemplation for a few moments while you muse over it.
"I'm thinking...that I want you, Gigas, to get up a little closer, tell me if you see anything odd. Val, I want you at the midway point between him and the ship, just in case he gets into trouble." You bark out your orders, the two once again nodding in unison. Damn good crewmen, so obedient!
The giant of a man, sensing your abundance of caution, takes a few moments to cast his signature spell on himself: Slipstream. You watch as he pulls out the vibrantly green Wind Catalyst he keeps on his person and channels his Mana through it, the effect manifesting as subtle bursts of wind that coincide with his every movement, mostly visible through the effect it has on his hair and clothes. He does have a look of intense focus and concentration as he does so, but the effort seems to have paid off - you can tell the spell is stronger than what he usually produces.
With a grin at his apparent success, your strongest crewman begins to walk towards the entrapped ship, cautiously taking a route around it rather than going directly to it - aiming to take a look at what's behind the ship, no doubt, in case there's a monster laying in wait back there. It's tense for a few moments, both you and Val ready to jump into action at a moment's notice, before Gigas steps back towards the ship.
"It's just more vines. I'd climb them to get up to the ship itself, but I'm not sure if they're poisonous or not." He admits. "We don't have any Purging Peppers, so I really don't think risking poison would be smart."
"Hm...alright. Let me take care of the vines, then. I'll clear them all out...in a flash!" You say, producing your mageblade with a flourish and pouring your mana into it.
Unlike Gigas, you keep your Catalyst in your trusty Mageblade, allowing you to freely use magic for as long as you hold it. Rather than shaping itself into a blade this time, your intent forms the magic into your favored spell, one as showy as you yourself are. A gout of flame emerges from the handle, twisting and zipping through the air like a living whip as you try to direct it mentally. The searing blaze strikes across the bulk of the vines on this side of the ship, outright cutting many of them apart as the intense heat chars them black wherever it strikes.
