[Fitz has fought the business end of many things seeking to kill him over the course of many years, both those that are man-made and those that were the result of spellcraft of some kind. this is the first time he's ever been bested by a plant--but in his defence, the flytrap is massive, and it... look, it took him by surprise, all right, sometimes these things happen.
anyway, he's knocked aside by the graceful sweep of the cultivator's arm and goes tumbling to the ground, a bit of his green blood oozing from the wound on his face and his arm and sizzling alarmingly where it hits the ground.]
A bit, [a gruff, winded concession,] but I've had worse. Here--
[he pushes himself up to his feet and reaches for the axe he'd been in the process of unholstering from his hip. he makes a gesture with one hand, sort of... miming stretching the stalk of the flytrap away from its wriggling base, to reveal a stretch of uninterrupted stem.] I'm happy to finish it off if you can hold it still.
[out of the woods behind him, a wolf ghosts up to his side and gives him a quick onceover, before turning its yellow eyes cautiously towards Lan Wangji. Fitz drops a hand to his ruff placatingly and adds, for the stranger's benefit,] He's with me, he won't attack you.
wild growth!!
anyway, he's knocked aside by the graceful sweep of the cultivator's arm and goes tumbling to the ground, a bit of his green blood oozing from the wound on his face and his arm and sizzling alarmingly where it hits the ground.]
A bit, [a gruff, winded concession,] but I've had worse. Here--
[he pushes himself up to his feet and reaches for the axe he'd been in the process of unholstering from his hip. he makes a gesture with one hand, sort of... miming stretching the stalk of the flytrap away from its wriggling base, to reveal a stretch of uninterrupted stem.] I'm happy to finish it off if you can hold it still.
[out of the woods behind him, a wolf ghosts up to his side and gives him a quick onceover, before turning its yellow eyes cautiously towards Lan Wangji. Fitz drops a hand to his ruff placatingly and adds, for the stranger's benefit,] He's with me, he won't attack you.