As much as the thorns scraped or stabbed, it could not pierce the red metal plates of one man's armour. Scratches and cuts marked the armour for sure, however with only his head at risk, Ben could cover his face and neck in time.
His gauntlets clanked before the vines could strike, "Ignitia!" a ball of scarlet flame burst as he clashed his wrists. The vines shrivelled and hissed as all moisture seared away, leaving charred and black ends.
His swords, gauntlets and caught on fire of scarlet hue, including the armour that formed a collar around his lower neck. "Clang!" He fell with both swords into the ground and one knee bent.
He stood up and flourished the twin swords in the direction of the briars that held everyone else up against the wall. "Flamethrower!" "FLWOOSH!"
Two scarlet-red torrents of flame streamed through the vines and burnt them by the limbs, dropping everyone onto the floor in an instant, while Ben noticed that the thorns had pierced their enchanted attire.
