"Oi!" Gardavie glared daggers at the guard. "You let me go now, rat!"
Cricket raised an eyebrow. This could be interesting.
Under her cloak, she drew a quick circle, casting an invisible blade at the root of vine. It severed, letting the argan kick free.
"Uh-oh." She said, decidedly not convincingly.
Roaring in anger, Gardavie charged the guard with his sword.