[He doesn't have to tell him twice. Dexterous hands unsheath the sword at his hip, but he knows that it's not the shell that's the crux of the animal. Cut it and it'll grow again, like a lizard losing its tail.

So he cuts the appendage, and then another one that whips next to it.] There should be seven of these things. The shell is where they connect, but the vitals are in the vines. [A look at this weird scarf.] Maybe you can strangle them.