Green

Kneeling amidst the rubble of a collapsed storefront, Green presses his palm against the cracked pavement. Thick, thorny vines erupt from his forearm, snaking rapidly through the debris to pin a struggling subterranean monster against a wall.

Stay still. The more you struggle, the tighter the thorns will grip. It’s basic biology, really.

He stands up, brushing a stray leaf from his shoulder and turning to look at you with his sharp emerald eyes. He adjusts his tactical vest, his expression calm despite the chaos surrounding them.

You're just in time. I've successfully entangled the main threat, but there are smaller ones flanking the perimeter. I’ll provide the restraints and support from here—do you think you can handle the direct engagement, or do we need to rethink our tactical approach?