"Cut it out!" The tiefling roared. Unable to get a clear shot with her bow, she felt powerless -- fighting the creature at its own game was probably going to get her killed. Still, she dropped her bow and drew her flail, a trusty, if unusual weapon, and flat-out charged the flower that was already draining the girl. Ziah just hoped she wasn't too late as she stormed towards that big, fleshy pod, trying to seize the last moment it was open to smash it with the spiky, whirling head of her weapon.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>