[ Plenty of movement, plenty of fight in him. If he could spare a moment to look away from vine management, Gaelio would have taken it to appreciate the spectacle. But the vines keep their enthusiasm, so he keeps his focus.

Well, until the advice. Gaelio pauses, raising his eyebrows toward the man and mess. ]

I'd intended on a third option, unless you're insisting. You'll see to yourself, will you?

[ The third: help get this guy free, of course. He hadn't stopped by to steal the spear and mosey along.

The quip costs him. Though he manages to wrench the spear free, another vine has made headway from wrist to elbow, and Gaelio must fumble, passing spear and hand-axe between hands, before he can hack at it. ]

I've got -- [ CHOP. ] -- more than that.

[ See: hand axe.

Stumbling back then, Gaelio gets far enough to not be in immediate reach. The axe joins the dagger in his belt as he feels the heft of the spear, debating. Little practiced with this with sort of weapon with these hands, and Kimaris Vidar wielded a lance.

But it has reach. Either he could cut at the fines from farther, or risk having it snatched away. ]