[His gaze flickers down to her hand as it traces over his bound wrists, the skin beneath reddened and bruised from his attempts to break free. His arms and legs are both littered with the marks of having faced the lash of one of those whips more times than most. Strange, that he hadn't given as much thought as he could to turning them on their captors - only in how to escape their control.

Yet, get can't imagine why they wouldn't work in reverse. As she mentions it, a whole new realm of possibilities open up to him. If they could successfully turn one of those whips on a soldier in a moment of confusion, it could be a way for them to gain a weapon and also a body shield. He could do a lot if he got a weapon, he thinks. The real issue would be having enough of them prepared for what was going to happen, ready to claim the armaments of whichever soldiers he managed to slay.

The spark in his eyes at her words implies the way his thoughts race with potential strategies. There's one issue he can see arising, though.]

'Tis possible they require some magickal skill to manipulate. [It's a possibility he needs to point out, at least.] Though likely nothing unsurpassable, if they can be handed out to common soldiers and country folk. With a spear in my hand, and the whips kept at bay, I am certain I could best them in pairs.

[He'd just need enough support that they could clear a path to the forest without becoming overwhelmed.]