[ Zelda recoils a little when he snaps at her. She thinks he sounds mad. And probably getting madder by the moment as the struggle continues. Obviously, she needs to do something to help. But how in the world is she supposed to help him get out of this predicament without letting the bird free too?

Different ideas for how to cut or tear the Malice ropes race through Zelda's mind, hastened by impatient squawking and struggling. A pair of scissors? Giant hands to tear the net open? The Malice gurgles, as if aware of her frustration and laughing at her. ]

Don't you start! [ Zelda points an accusing finger at the Malice. Somewhere on the net, a little yellow eyeball opens to regard the princess. ] This is all your fault. If you had turned into a proper net like you were supposed to, we wouldn't be in this mess. [ The Malice belches out a puff of ash in rebuttal. ] I demand that you let him go this instant!

[ A ripple runs over the Malice net and several sticky tendrils near Kazuma's face split apart to make a hole. ]