Another hand crept out of the darkness to clutch at Rhys' arm. Thin arms emerged as well and and a voice whispered from the darkness, "You..."

Nails dug in hard enough to draw blood and the two small hands suddenly dragged Rhys into the thorns with monstrous strength. The branches gave away quick enough not to gouge out Rhys' skin in huge chunks, but they still nipped at him.

In amongst the thorny vines Kurloz's face was pale and covered in scratches. His mouth was half sewn shut and the grin that twisted his lips was viciously cruel, still bleeding dark purple ink around them. "You shouldn't have come here," he jeered, eyes glinting ferally.