[He can still stab you with these, Akira!! He gets a quick side-eye; most people would be rightfully shaken by something like this, even if it's small potatoes compared to Chobe's usual antics. This kid might be a wildcard.

Once his vines are fully withdrawn, Chobe lets out a snort, slicing through his own seatbelt and opening his door with a solid kick to it. They ain't gotta be gentle, this limo's a wreck now. He fans away some smoke as he steps out.]

I suppose ya could run each of 'em into a wall, but that's not lookin' real productive either. That, and I dunno if you'd survive the head trauma! Seems like you ain't all there to begin with.