"You could ask Tony. I hear he makes things like that sometimes," Tommy said. Then he went still for a moment before moving in front of Shiro. A thorn covered vine was swinging out, clearly originally having been aimed for Shiro's chest.

Instead there's Tommy between the man and the vine, his arms raised to block the blow.

"Fucking hell," he cursed at the thorned vine wrapped around his arms instead of striking. "This ain't good."