Though Kay didn't *know* there was going to be some magical shenanigans going on, her general personality tended towards the 'get as close to something that needs killing, and then kill it' school of combat anyway. Getting in among the root system of the giant plant, the horned faun calls out, "DON'T WORRY, KID, WE'LL CUT YOU OUT OF THERE," before dealing a wicked shallow gash to one of the thick, green tendrils. This close, it's a confusing environment, with roots, the looming bulk of the bulb overhead, and the strange smell most giant plants tended to give off this close; carnivorous plants usually either smelled Bad or Good, depending on how they hunted. This close in, she can hardly fail to *hit* something- the problem is, rather, being able to get enough leverage to put the force behind her blows that she needs to to actually wound the wretched thing. From outside as the plants start to rise from the ground, Kay appears to be a faun-shaped blur, doing a lot but accomplishing little. She even<span style="font-style: italic">headbutts</span>the nearest root, trying to get her horns in on the action, but she can't quite maneuver the pointy bit on. When one tendril tries to wrap around her to send her to where the kid was, though, she dodges to one side with a goat-like little leap and bleat of alarm. "Naughty! Not on a first date," she yells upwards.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">Full attacking. <br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/681308">Sword attack</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+4</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">9</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/681309">Gore attack</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20-1</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">11</span><br/>Both miss. But hey, no longer charging, so better defenses:<br/><br/>AC-17, CMD(Grapple)-17, +5/+2/+2 Fort/Reflex/Will<br/></span>