"What is that?" Felih looks dubiously at the strange material, but he uses magic to dip and spin his weapons in the goo anyway. He refuses to touch them himself right now, considering the look of it, but he trusts his mate and does as told.

He does it as swiftly as he can, making sure his weapon is coated, before he turns his focus back to the plants trying to bar their way. "Here goes-" he says, hoping the material doesn't need time to dry, because he won't wait any longer to start cutting these down.

With that, he begins to dance, his chakrams now flying and spinning through the forest brush as he cuts through vine after vine, magic imbued in the blade. He can only use his green and healing magic in this realm, but his green magic can still be quite useful in battles against flora like this, monstrous or otherwise.

He splits his focus between trying to cut them a path, and keeping vines from reaching his mate's body. He's protective still, and trusts Hades to be able to cut through more of the obstacles than he can with his chakrams, but it also means he has to keep Emet from being interrupted. "Let us hope the mother plant doesn't have any more surprises for us..." he grunts as he battles.