[ The vines writhe around them both, smashing and crushing the crates around them indiscriminately. They'll coil around him, pulling tight until he is immobilized, Crucifixion-style, though notably not ripping him apart like tissue paper, which is kind of seriously a possibility here. ]


Fuck you . . . fuck you! All you've done is fuck with me! You should have just blown my head off when you had the chance!


[ She finally slips her wrists under her feet to get them in front of her, as a friendly vine starts poking around his jacket, until a knife is slowly withdrawn. ]