>"You need not harm yourself like that. We will have it gone."
>Though if she's not willing to stand by and let us take the slow and steady approach, let's try to pick up our own pace. Conjure a few more phantom gardeners if we think we can without taxing ourselves unduly.
>Kiku's immediate response is another terrifying roar and a swipe of her claws. "First Water and now this! No more! I will be WHOLE again!"
>Clearly, she is unwilling to take things slowly, at least not without a stronger form of restraint from you. She seems far too angry for that. And rather than try to restrain an angry tiger, you shift your focus to speeding along the task at hand. Your first construct, with its oversized shears, should be done with the vine it's working on in short order, and Kiku is shredding her vine at a furious pace. That will leave eight vines remaining, assuming that each extension you see leaving the massive tangle attached to the tree is independent from each other. Without knowing just how far you can stretch yourself and whatever powers you have in Kiku's thoughtscape, and not wanting to unleash anything that could damage the tree itself anymore than the grey vines have, you bring forth two more psionic constructs, manifesting themselves as Youmu Konpaku and Minoriko, both of whom you know have a gardening hobby. Any more than that, and you'd worry about damaging the tree in the chaos unleashed by so many constructs and Kiku, if the tiger miko gets any more angry than she already is. You only hope that she won't still be this angry when the job is done.
>This you suspect will not take long. Even before your own constructs finish their vines, Kiku's gnashing teeth tear out one more solid chunk of vine, and the ragged damaged thing finally gives way, sagging beneath her and snapping like frayed rope. Kiku roars her defiant triumph, heedless of her situation, and plummets back down to the ground. Unlike virtually every other cat you've ever seen in your life, Kiku does not, unfortunately, land upon her feet. She lands on her jaw, and none too gently, sagging to the ground.
