The hunter remained calm as he allowed himself to be taken by the hungry plant. The mouth-trap opened and its spindly 'teeth' moved in anticipation of its meal. Atchmon took a breath as he readied himself, before the plant doused him with a thick plume of gas. The hunter waited patiently, until the tension in the air grew palpable; the mouth-trap dripped with digestive enzymes as the plant salivated in anticipation of its meal. The plant's mouth shook in eagerness, before plunging itself forward to consume the hunter whole. 