[ As Childe comes in close, Vander will find that his other gauntlet is indeed freed from the grip of the creature. It takes a stumbling half-step back and bends back with the motion in a way that would be impossible if it weren’t shifting and organic in nature. Childe’s blade finds a spot in its “neck”, but the vines are sturdier there, and it only manages to sink in a few inches before the density of the wood stops the blade. They’ll both feel the creature almost shudder as the second blade finds the same result.
And rapidly, the swords are covered with roots that tangle around them. They snake down the blades fast than Childe can pull his hands away and holds them in place. The vines constrict, squeezing but not yet crushing his hands. Another shudder, another half-step, but it’s focused on Childe for now as Childe has no choice but to be pulled along with it.
A thought snakes through to them both, and Vander will know the internal voice as the quiet male one had had just heard. It’s a thought that doesn’t belong to this moment, an old one they had before this, but they wonder… “This must be The Below, so maybe I can escape to Kowl—”
The thought is cut off by pain, and roots rapidly draw up from the ground as the creature starts to almost swell. The pressure on Childe’s hands grows, and the roots start to pull at him as if trying to pull him into the mass of roots. ]
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And rapidly, the swords are covered with roots that tangle around them. They snake down the blades fast than Childe can pull his hands away and holds them in place. The vines constrict, squeezing but not yet crushing his hands. Another shudder, another half-step, but it’s focused on Childe for now as Childe has no choice but to be pulled along with it.
A thought snakes through to them both, and Vander will know the internal voice as the quiet male one had had just heard. It’s a thought that doesn’t belong to this moment, an old one they had before this, but they wonder… “This must be The Below, so maybe I can escape to Kowl—”
The thought is cut off by pain, and roots rapidly draw up from the ground as the creature starts to almost swell. The pressure on Childe’s hands grows, and the roots start to pull at him as if trying to pull him into the mass of roots. ]