Just as the vines seemed ready to send her spiraling into the blessed, painless darkness of unconsciousness, leafy tendrils wrapping firmly around her neck, Dreg crashed through the underbrush, charging, seemingly straight toward her, axe raised.<br/><br/>The assassin vines whipped out at him, sensing the danger, but he bats the tendrils away with a swing of his greataxe and catches the assassin vine with a powerful swing of his axe, hacking into its core. The tendrils about her loosen to writhe and whip at the minotaur, but to no avail as he struggles against the plant monster, evading its attacks with surprising nimbleness.<br/><br/>"Fight back, girl, or run!"