[Flynn flails in irritation when a sharp pain shoots up his vine. Black ink starts seeping out where the rubble hits and then Sherlock runs into him and it's a bit much and really not cool?]
What the hell are you guys doing!?
[He reaches out with his free hand to wrap it around Sherlock's neck, trying to push him away and into the ground. More vines lash out at John irritably in an attempt to slap the rubble out of his hand and yank him off his feet.]
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[Flynn flails in irritation when a sharp pain shoots up his vine. Black ink starts seeping out where the rubble hits and then Sherlock runs into him and it's a bit much and really not cool?]
What the hell are you guys doing!?
[He reaches out with his free hand to wrap it around Sherlock's neck, trying to push him away and into the ground. More vines lash out at John irritably in an attempt to slap the rubble out of his hand and yank him off his feet.]