[ He surveys the damage as well, resting a hand on his hip with a soft frown. ]

Well, no use crying over spilled milk. Or... pumpkins, I guess.

[ He hears another gourd on the move, reaching to his sides for the firearms hanging there - submachine guns from the looks of it, bright green with long blades hanging off the front of them. Raising them to a ready stance, he almost looks like a mantis. ]

If we take out the vines, that should immobilize it without doing any lasting damage.