It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Keyleth, a half-elf druid . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The damage quickly reverts them out of their eel forms. The fight comes down to simply destroying as many of the tentacles as they can, hoping this will allow them to get away.
DM: Well, the Grasping Vine only pulls things towards where it emanates, and since he's right next to this, it'll just pull him right against it.
Player: Okay, Tary-- where's Tary?
DM: Tary's right here as well, it'll just pull him into the rock.
Player: Well, bullshit all the way around. Then I just swim desperately, doggy paddle towards the portal.
DM: You still have your bonus action.
Player: There's-- what's left?
DM: Your Wild Shape? Miss five hit points?
