[ As soon as Copper starts attacking it, the creature pauses its pull on Fiver—not that he notices at all, fear-struck and frozen in the vine's grip. The distraction doesn't last long, of course, because soon the monster lashes out at Copper, doing its best to retaliate in a flurry of its own thorns and thin, whipping vines. A living (and enraged) plant, it doesn't bleed, but its roots and stems are easily broken as long as you ignore how they prick and sting flesh.
A short, gasping cry comes from Fiver as the monster tightens its hold on him with the last of its strength. Now he really is having trouble breathing. ]
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A short, gasping cry comes from Fiver as the monster tightens its hold on him with the last of its strength. Now he really is having trouble breathing. ]