With the vines flying at her, Michelle sneered coldly and whipped her chains around her, blocking every single vine that tried to graze her. At the same time, she turned her gaze to the plant body, gripping the handle of her sickle.
"I knew you would play dirty..." she hummed as she lifted the sickle high above her and slashed it towards one of the plant's wounds, stabbing it right into it, going even deeper than when she first made the wound.
The corrosive liquid continued splattering around, but she had her soul energy to protect her, so except for the wound on her back, she remained untouched as she pushed the blade of the sickle deeper and deeper into the plant's body.
Soon, not even caring if the plant was pretending or not, Michelle stood above it. It looked like it was about to wither, its vines lying weakly on the ground.
