Apocalypse Northwest

[Merlin the Tuna]

Flint Ironstag, out of one-liners

Flint does the superman shuffle, attempting to box the vine in between himself and Trainwhistle, then attempts to just plain-old box it. His inexplicable bare-fisted success against the plant thus far quickly becomes far-more-explicable middling-progress as his knuckles grow bloody on the plant's surface.

Attack: 9+6=15 (17 if we flank)
Damage: 1+2+3=6

OOC: I no longer have any idea what the room is like. Flint is generally trying to put himself in harm's most direct way, although admittedly harm is kind of a bastard in general.