"Ah, but yours must have limits." Tom hisses when the vine comes off, but as soon as it does he has another whipping for Zed's wrist to try and disarm him. "You could continue cutting daisies all day on me and I wouldn't tire. Maybe you should run."

It's all talk, all boasting and puffery, because this isn't a fight Tom knows he can win. "If I let you."