"I don't really care what it is at the moment. I just want to get the hell out of here!" Glaive said. Analyzing their predicament he didn't have many options. The vines were drawing closer and the mud was pulling them in, making it almost impossible to move. "I'll try to hold off the vines as long as possible. I don't know if there's a way out of this mud bath, but if you can find one that would be nice." Glaive added as he bombarded the encroaching vines with bolts of lightning.