Ida
*Quickly realised what was about to happen, Astrid flexed her legs preparing to jump, but the muddied grounds below her could not provide any firm ground for a quick jump, and the vines caught her anyways. The cloak protects her clothes and critical areas, but the thorny plants still managed to give her a few stingy cuts, but more urgent than injuries is the fact she cannot move. Held in place by a myriad of magical roots and stems, she struggles for freedom as her brain thinks of what she can do, that's when she notices something interesting.*

*Although the plants prevent any movement of her legs, her left arm can move freely without touching any vines, and her right arm has some limited movement as well. Spinning the Sovnya and stabbing it into the ground, she grabs a dagger from the drop leg sheath and uses the played card again, throwing the knife with incredible speed towards Aimar, like the time it was used to kill the young boy, it was imbued with the same necrotic spell from before, although at this distance and against an armoured opponent. It wouldn't immediately kill him, but if the Macen didn't see the approaching knife, he was about to get a very unpleasant surprise.*
Doug
*Aimar goes to parry the blade, but misjudges the speed at which it was thrown, attempting to deflect it too early. It hits him in the left shoulder, causing him to wince, but ignore it. Leaving it in was the best course of action for now, to prevent excess bleeding, and it didn't seem to hit so deep he cant maneuver.*

*He sheathes his sword and unslings his bow from his shoulder, reaching out his left arm once again, this time holding a closed fist. As he goes to quickly open it, a severe, sharp, numbing pain, shoots through his arm, causing it to twitch last minute, throwing his aim off. A burst of noxious, yellow-green looking gas explodes just behind Astrid, just outside of where she's stuck. *

*Aimar looks down at the dagger, ripping it out, looking at the now necrotic flesh around the wound, a dark ichor oozing from the wound, too black and too thick to be blood—at least, not healthy blood. He throws the blade to the ground before turning his view back to Astrid.*
Ida
*Slowly getting more angry at the vines containing her, the Ekremi senses the magical plants momentarily become weaker as Aimar struggles with the necrotic magic, and uses that brief window to break free from her green cage. Picking her weapon back from the ground as she notices what might be described as chemical warfare in another world, she is of course glad he missed that attack, but she had to be more cautious approaching a ranged opponent.*

*Struggling on the wet ground with her numb legs from the trap, she moves slowly towards the forest, she casts another offensive spell, this time one that produces a miasma that accelerates organic decomposition. A nice fold against a plant based opponent, although it seems she wasn't too accurate with her attack, and Aimar was already moving from his position.*

*Astrid stumbles and eventually crashes into a tree as she begins paying close attention to what information her ears can give. As she slowly rotates her ankle to get rid of the numbness, the white-haired girl breathes in slowly with her eyes closed to regain focus and composure for the next phase. This whole situation was clearly a very big miscommunication and should have never happened in the first place, but it was too late to be diplomatic although she firmly believed Aimar was mostly at fault for trying to be picky over who his saviour was.*

*As the angel she was, the now-recovered Astrid stood up and removed the hood of her cloak, she needed to fully absorb all her senses and the concealment was getting in the way of her peripheral view. With Sovnya in hand the Ekremi began closing the distance while using the abundant trees as cover from the incoming arrows.*
Doug
*In one swift motion, Aimar grabs a few arrows in his right hand at once, knocking a single one while he keeps the other two in reserve, point facing downward. The knocked arrow is held against the right edge of his bow, kept still by his extended thumb as he draws the arrow back, aiming at the other warrior. 

He looses his arrow, aiming at Astrid's neck—only for her to duck behind a tree at the last second. Quickly, he flicks one of his reserve arrows up, to replace the loosed one, drawing back the bow, this time aiming lower, just as he saw the hint of her foot begin to exit the tree's cover. This time, his shot is true, the arrow piercing her calf just above the ankle, sinking deeply into her muscle, causing her to stumble. 

Having slowed her down, Aimar takes this opportunity to again retreat, this time more confident in his attacks, drawing two more arrows to replace his lost ones as he prepares to duck behind a tree himself.*
Ida
*With the gashes from the roots and now an arrow impaled on her foot, the adrenaline is not keeping up with the physical demands she requires from her body, the pain was starting to get to her and she needed a way to regain some force. Using a tree as cover and something to lean on, she realised trees were indeed alive, so with her Sovnya she created a sizeable gash in the tree cortex to touch the log directly, and reciting another spell, Astrid began absorbing part of the life force of the tree, with leafs and branches rapidly drying out and falling from the tree as they could no longer support their own weight.*

*Refreshed from what was only a partial extraction of life force, Astrid was back to her usual speed and had seemingly forgotten about the pain, rapidly leaping from the tree she had dried part of into another one, and then another one, carefully choosing when and where to jump to minimise chances of getting hit, but during a longer leap she made use of the extra air time to launch another dagger imbued with necrotic damage. This third dagger would only cause a superficial scratch to Aimar, and made its way past him into an unlucky tree branch.*

*Getting into the woods was perhaps a bad idea, because Astrid had many ways of closing the distance, and even the reflexes of an experienced archer could struggle when pushed to a strictly reactionary position like the one Aimar found himself in.*