The ground incubating Brutus began to quake. First simple tremors, and then a violent earthen upheaval. Shards of earth blasted up from where he lay, each coated in psychic energy, revealing his huddled form.
The ground broke, revealing green buds, which elongated into psychic-energy covered vines. The water from the small duck pond arose, and dispersed around him, as a mist. The grass around him burst into flame, and from the flames arose the sword. The wind became silvery and coalesced into strange shapes.
But Brutus...was unharmed. No wound, no bruise, not even a cut from Matsuri's previous attack. The glowing in his eyes had ceased, channeled now, back into his sword.
Having regained his composure, his clothes had gone back to normal, along with his socks and shoes.
He brushed his free hand through his hair, "If I can help it, I think I'd prefer to maintain my dignity. Even when I fight like a savage."
He leaped into the air, "Erro'otein dou teraiyein!" and touched the sword to the ground. Matsuri looked at him sideways. Obviously she didn't understand what he had done.
But she would when she realized she had been rooted to the ground. Brutus had finally mastered the "Tree Root" technique.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)