She rolls aside at the last moment, her wings beating hard, forcing more of the powder into his face as she jumps to her feet and starts to run as fast as she can, getting quite good traction on the mushroom, her claws digging in firmly. She leaps from the edge, delving a hand into her other satchel and throwing back a fistfull of seeds, each beginning to burrow into the soft flesh of the mushroom, rather large venus fly-trap-type plants emerging, swiveling around slowly, red with white spots and pale blue 'lips', snapping at the air, showing very sharp looking teeth gleaming with the pale luminance of the mushrooms.