[Fugo nods, the gesture sharp and quick. And then he turns back to the recruit, eyeing the tangle of vines that have him held upside down. With Maria going after the main body of the brambles, it's up to him to find out what places will be best to free the would-be-Wilder.]

[Dispassionately:] This is going to hurt. [He reaches up with his dagger, and carefully begins to cut away at the vine that binds his arms and hands to his body. He doesn't seek to peel any of them away yet; just cut them into smaller pieces, giving the captured man a little more breathing room and free his limbs.] When your hands are free, I need you to use them to brace yourself. If these thorns are barbed, we don't want to drive them any further into your skin.