[ While they've been busy gathering up wood and the remaining fighters have been distracting the shadow thing, he's been pouring together powders into a second bowl. ]
"Give me your sticks."
[ He doesn't really wait for permission--taking the sticks and coating the ends of them with the fine powder. ]
"When I give you the signal, I want you to stick the ends of your sticks into the pot with the coals--and then throw them at that thing. You got it?"
Re: EAST // The Forest
"Trust me. I'm a pretty boy genius."
[ While they've been busy gathering up wood and the remaining fighters have been distracting the shadow thing, he's been pouring together powders into a second bowl. ]
"Give me your sticks."
[ He doesn't really wait for permission--taking the sticks and coating the ends of them with the fine powder. ]
"When I give you the signal, I want you to stick the ends of your sticks into the pot with the coals--and then throw them at that thing. You got it?"