[He takes Itto's hand when offered -- his own, cold as ice. But he manages to stand just fine, and even takes a moment to summon his sword. Just ignore that it appears in a flurry of black and purple smoke instead of the usual golden glitter.]
[But in front of them, the flower behind to spin in place, creating an icy phantom that seemingly dances in the air atop the petals. And as it dances, it summons further phantoms that appear from the crystalflowers all around them, each taking a form that vaguely looks like a young woman. As they turn to face the two intruders, they let out a shriek, summoning small cyclones of ice and snow.]
[But the phantoms aside, the roots are starting to make a move as well. And as one slithers towards Aether, he easily slices it with his sword, causing it to recoil.]
I can stand -- and I can fight.
You take care of the phantoms. I'll do a little pruning.
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[But in front of them, the flower behind to spin in place, creating an icy phantom that seemingly dances in the air atop the petals. And as it dances, it summons further phantoms that appear from the crystalflowers all around them, each taking a form that vaguely looks like a young woman. As they turn to face the two intruders, they let out a shriek, summoning small cyclones of ice and snow.]
[But the phantoms aside, the roots are starting to make a move as well. And as one slithers towards Aether, he easily slices it with his sword, causing it to recoil.]
I can stand -- and I can fight.
You take care of the phantoms. I'll do a little pruning.