"You could have asked politely, couldn't you have, lads?" Tom's new face crumples with crinkles like the corner of a bough as he lashes out with roots to try and grab Gary as he runs. The ivy and roots attack Gary from each tree, making getting away from the trees, at least, a better option. "Leaving so soon?"

He catches how young Kurt is, younger even than his version of Nightcrawler and he were the first time they met. He grins and those strangely human teeth seem to glitter even as sap drips down from them.

"What are you going to do, Wagner? Teleport at me? Am I supposed to be allergic to purple smoke?" He flings a root up like a trap toward Kurt's feet, trying to bring him to the ground. "You don't know me, 'tis a shame. You ought to be well aware of Black Tom Cassidy."