The vampire's claws met roots in a bout of clash for will, roots sprouting new possibilities, and claws desperately flung and froze them. Right swing, skin-shed, left swing, frostbite surged, another root swung for her waist. Dodge, a sharpened vine sprouted from beneath. Chin raised for a narrow dodge, a lone seed shot through the entangled root and hit her neck. Binds coiled her throat. Gasp, her left claw raised to cut off her head, weaves grostesquely stitiching the head a new body mid-air as she rolled aside, glared.
Hounds pooling again summoned, liquid bones cackled a new round as they rushed forward, the swinging roots met the hounds. Splash, the hounds splattered, tars molding and spreading the barks before Manasseh lunged, weaves thinning her body through the miniscule gaps before her claw reached for Adil's unwavered eye, before a barrier halted the sharpness mid-air and another shaprened vine from beneath lodged into the vampire's stomach.
