I pulled the strings.
Immediately, the vines coming toward shook and slowed down.
The moment, I realised, the shit, I was in. I brought out the big gun, my strings, and began to wrap them around the plant.
It took time, as I found, the plan is very sensitive. So, I had to make sure it wouldn't sense me. Soul sense or no, I needed to be careful, since my life depended on it.
Even now, it may not work. This is not a person, monster, or Grimm.
This is a freaking plant. I don't know how it would go against the strings. Whether it would try to destroy them or shed its vines and grow new, I don't know.
That is why, this time, killing isn't a purpose, but escaping. That's what I moved to do as the vines slowed down.
I moved toward the nearest exit. I could go in any direction; there are no walls here. I moved toward the east, which would get me out of its range quickest.
I avoided the vines as I moved. Feeling them moving faster after the initial slow speed.
