Struggling to stand up straight, the rogue draws his second blade and turns to whip it through the air at the giant flower woman... but she's not giving them any opportunity to lash out further. With so many of her vines severed, and a heavy, pheromone filled sap pooling out across the ground, the flower woman seems to have had enough... the flower of paradise seems to shrink down onto itself, disappearing into the earth rapidly as she attempts to flee those she would have claimed as prey.<br/><br/>But not before taking a parting shot at Tamara, practically screaming a curse at her in that same ancient sylvan tongue that the Lady in Red had used. And the cursing seems to continue long after the last little bud of her flower disappears into the earth... and Lukas' star-blade goes whipping through the air above it.<br/><br/>"Ermm... where'd she go?" The dagger-dare's eyes blink vacantly, his head apparently still swimming from the pheromones rising off of the pools of sap. "I thought we were fighting. Did we win?"