Saying it like that sounds so dire. It's second nature for me now--kinda like, riding a bike. Kinda awkward to balance at first, but soon enough you ain't thinkin' about it too hard while yer at it, yeah?

[Only the bike turns into a monster and tries to kill everything! It helps that Chobe isn't all that opposed to destroying shit, so his mind kinda works in sync with it. That and in more modern times? There's less shit to fight, and thus fewer opportunities for the flower to overwhelm him.

He considers her for a moment, frowning to himself. While he's zero percent shy about this shit, he is more cautious around scientist types that want to study him and such. Never a good time. A doctor is a different flavor of scientist, but so far, she's made a good impression on him.

So with a shrug, he holds out his arm again. This time, several thick, woody vines erupt from his skin, wrapping around his forearm til he forms something of a wooden blade.]

I can kill stuff with it. That count?