[ As Barnaby comes in close, the roots twist out quickly, but not quite in a spike this time. It’s like the whole body shifts, becoming thin as the roots not only grab his leg but his shoulder too. Grabbing the Shard was bait—It wanted him to come close. It pulls him closer, enough that he might be able to feel the warmth being emitted from the cavity surrounding the skull. It’s not overwhelming like the explosion, but it’s present.
Without the press of the other voices, the accented voice speaks alone: ]
I do love a hero.
[ The vines crunch down into his shoulder like teeth to grapple him further, but that’s just to try and make sure he doesn’t move. Just like Rosaria, a thick, sharp vine twists out of the creature’s torso to puncture through Barnaby’s suit and into his stomach as well. The suit does a partial job in protecting him from getting corkscrewed through, but it’s probably not enough.
The roots keep him partially held in place, but the one that punctures through withdraws slowly before it releases him all together. ]
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Without the press of the other voices, the accented voice speaks alone: ]
I do love a hero.
[ The vines crunch down into his shoulder like teeth to grapple him further, but that’s just to try and make sure he doesn’t move. Just like Rosaria, a thick, sharp vine twists out of the creature’s torso to puncture through Barnaby’s suit and into his stomach as well. The suit does a partial job in protecting him from getting corkscrewed through, but it’s probably not enough.
The roots keep him partially held in place, but the one that punctures through withdraws slowly before it releases him all together. ]