And then there was Kaiba, the embarrassed straggler. He'd tried brutally yanking himself free, and that had only gotten him extra scratches. The ice wasn't as effective on the branches as he hoped.

But a familiar face appeared to cut him loose, and he managed a small nod and grunt.

"Sorry---"

Angered and humiliated (but somewhat more careful this time), Kaiba rushed to catch up with the rear of the group, spinning to fire icicles at anything attacking the group from behind.