There was little time for messing around at this point, with the Military Police beginning to close in on the park. Capello reached reached down and grabbed the collar of Edward’s black jacket and heaved him onto his side. His heart raced as he quickly checked the pockets of the State Alchemist, only finding the standard pocketwatch, some change, and a list of books. Where were his notes? And his stone? He would really be in trouble if he left without finding it.
Weighing his options, he ended up with two conclusions; to make a break for it and search out his meddling niece, or to stay and keep looking for his stolen treasures here.
The former seemed to be a better option at this point. Capello wiped the knife of his fingerprints and threw it down into the stinkweed before turning and fleeing into the night.
The stinkweed almost seemed to wince at being struck by the knife, curling back and flailing it’s small rounded leaves. The next instant, the plant reacted with swift aggression as a frond of it reared back, clinging to the knife, and plunged down into Edward’s side. The stinkweed was then still as it was spattered with blood and continued to stink up the area.
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At first Edward couldn’t figure out what the hell had just happened- a bolt of pain shot through his side, like something had just punched a hole in his body. He strained to look, only to be pinned down by a mass of writhing vines tightening across his chest and an explosion of pain that left him breathless. What the hell…?
Whatever it was, it was bad. He could feel that much. He might not be able to see whatever had caused the wound—had it been the plants themselves? Or had they somehow actually gotten ahold of Capello’s knife?—but he could see dark splotches staining some of the vines that writhed over his torso. At any rate, he was weaponless, and trapped, and wasn’t about to get out of this without some backup.
“Wolfy!” He couldn’t see her, but if there was ever a time she’d come in handy it was now. Even the effort it took to raise his voice over the odd clacking and slithering noise the weeds were making as the crossed and coiled over themselves made his vision go grey momentarily and his breath catch. Left side. At least it’s the left side. He had no idea in the faintest how bad it was, but there was less a chance anything vital had been damaged.
No, it isn’t. 
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Yes, she does suck as a mun. She’s getting to responses now. I should apologize on her behalf but I won’t. It’s her fault, not mine. 
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