Breathless but relieved, Aris utters a small laugh as he climbs up from the heap he'd collapsed into with the other two boys. They'd won! Way to go, team! That sense of victory is short-lived, however, because both Presley and Patrice are slower to rise and are squinting through pollen-dusted eyes. And because, behind him, Armani is saying...something.

Cuhmawn. Ders ahuhnathuh vine.

"Huh?" Then he turns and spots the remaining vine, the one that had failed to grab him, and tenses. He raises his drum stick again and braces himself, addressing the blinded duo, "Hey guys! Maybe...stay behind me? I can see fine!" He's not sure either of them will listen to him, though.