Kyle raised a hand, a spear forming in his grip. He twirled it around, getting used to the weight of the polearm and drawing his arm back as though to stab out with the weapon. He rotated his head, looking for Faylan and was disappointed to see that the man had retreated to the back of the team, and was standing there impassively, "Don't mind me, I'll watch. You guys can handle it."<br/><br/>Kyle decided to take the initiative and strike first, sending the blade of his spear straight to the maw of the flower. His aim was disrupted by the vines, which resulted in him scraping the cheek, or what would have been the cheek if it was human, of the foremost maneater.