[Nothing turns a guy back into a smug little kid like kicking a monster square in the face. Shu giggles to himself.]

Thanks, man.

[The armored toes are nice and sharp, too, as is part of the heel. Almost like a riding spur, but not quite. Another thorny torment comes slithering up, hissing and snapping vines.]

Hey! [And another swinging kick, this one lands with a thud, and his boot leaving a hole where his toe was, but this torment is bigger and heavier and doesn't go sailing.]

So, uh, you gonna find a solid place to set me back down, or-?