"Bark... worse than their bite... pfff..." Ango snickered. "That's a good one!"

Still, Ango was less worried about the bark and more worried about the long, wicked-looking thorns that bristled from every plant. The vines moved like the tentacle of some demonic octopus, reminding him of an anime he'd seen one time... but he doubted that Ben was familiar with that kind of anime. Ango was a man of culture, a true connoisseur of trash.

"Sure, man, I've got your back." He unsheathed his knives and struck a suitably dramatic pose. "I'll be rooting for you!"