I would admit that I have miss the feelings of fighting. It is in my blood, it is what I'm born to do.
I leaned away from the bluebird hero and steadied myself. Already I'm missing his warmth but I can't dwell on that right now.
I would admit that my current state is not capable of fighting but I have to keep these people safe.
My fatal flaw.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out Riptide. Celestial Bronze was not made to fight mortals, they simply passes through them. Anaklusmos will not do me favor in this fight.
Plan B then, it's a hand-to-hand combat.
Up ahead in the pitch black tunnel, I see figures appeared, armed with guns and tranquilizer. What are they thinking? Am I an wild animal to them?
Adrenaline rushed through my vines as I rushed forward to meet people responsible for my captive.
The next few moments was but a haze to me. Even after three years of slumber, I was not out of practice, battling has simply became a part of me.
I did not stop until every last one of my components are defeated. Only then did I noticed the lack of movements the young heroes are showing.
I turned and was meet with six astonished faces.
"How did you do that!?"
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