Flynn looked around for a tool he could use...
He could only find a long branch to use. Maybe the stick could hold the brambles away as he moves. Flynn carefully used the stick to hold masses of brambles while he moves through. Flynn made it several meters meters into the brambles, pulling and pushing himself through the sharp thorns, when suddenly one of the branches of brambles rebounded on him, striking him in the chest. The sharp thorns poked through his shirt, causing some stinging pain.
Flynn recoiled back, nearly falling face-first into brambles, before stumbling through the end of the tangle. The stick was lost in the brambles as Flynn rolled out of the thick forest. Stunned at how abruptly the forest ended, Flynn looked ahead to see more plains ahead. He pulled up his shirt, revealing a lightly haired chest and treasure trail to see a few tiny pinpricks where the thorns pierced his skin. Thankfully there was no blood or any signs of poison. His chest felt a bit tender, and his nipples seemed a tad larger too but nothing to bring alarm.
Flynn began to move forward...