Brute force might have been an option, but it wasn't a very good one, and Jigano had seen how the hedges could fight back against those that tried to simply cut or smash their way through the greenery in search of shortcuts. He dove down through a break in the encroaching canopy to rejoin the party, Isuma right behind him, and he shifted back to human form behind the others. Sleeves straightened and poise regained, he followed Quanil and the others to the crossroads.
Fur and footprints were curious additions, but a voice calling for help was of significantly more importance. It probably was a trap, but it wasn't like they could risk abandoning whoever it was just because the timing was suspicious. "Tricks, traps, and all manner of mischief," he confirmed for Weaver, but nodding in respect for her willingness to go first. "We should be as ready as we can be for a fight, either way." He paused, realizing Quanil had already lost the wooden staff he'd made for them at the Oasis. He felt a flicker of exasperation but shoved it down, practicing the deep-breathing exercises he used to calm himself down before a performance. "Here," he offered instead, drawing on his magic - earth, fire, and creation - to meld together into a new staff, one made of metal, lightweight and strong. As he ran his hands through the air the steel coalesced between them, then extended from the ends until it was the right height. He hefted it consideringly to make sure it wasn't too heavy, then handed it to his young guildmate.
"Ready when you are."
Jigano rejoins the party in his human form and uses his combined magics to make a metal staff for Quani to replace their wooden one, ready to follow their lead.
Fur and footprints were curious additions, but a voice calling for help was of significantly more importance. It probably was a trap, but it wasn't like they could risk abandoning whoever it was just because the timing was suspicious. "Tricks, traps, and all manner of mischief," he confirmed for Weaver, but nodding in respect for her willingness to go first. "We should be as ready as we can be for a fight, either way." He paused, realizing Quanil had already lost the wooden staff he'd made for them at the Oasis. He felt a flicker of exasperation but shoved it down, practicing the deep-breathing exercises he used to calm himself down before a performance. "Here," he offered instead, drawing on his magic - earth, fire, and creation - to meld together into a new staff, one made of metal, lightweight and strong. As he ran his hands through the air the steel coalesced between them, then extended from the ends until it was the right height. He hefted it consideringly to make sure it wasn't too heavy, then handed it to his young guildmate.
"Ready when you are."
Jigano rejoins the party in his human form and uses his combined magics to make a metal staff for Quani to replace their wooden one, ready to follow their lead.
