That's sufficient. For now. So he nods, and says, "Good," and gets down to the business of cutting up roots and shooting through stalks when he gets too frustrated with a combat knife.

It takes all of them working together to clear the place, staying ahead of the rapid growth, but clear it they do. Winter regards his poor knife blades as the ADI regulars crawl through taking notes. They're going to need serious sharpening, after that. But the walls are no longer breathing and bleeding, so he'll call it a win.