The whole plant seems to shake and shudder as Tamara's strikes cleave their way deep into the knotted, powerful vines. For a moment, the thing looks like it will try and continue to hold on... but eventually, "bleeding" a bright, iridescent milk, the vines pull away from the ferocious warrior woman.<br/><br/>Try as he might, though, Lukas doesn't seem to be having any such luck. Drunkenly, the dagger-dare twists and writhes in the plant woman's grip, attempting to slip his way free... only to find himself clutched tighter in her grasp. And as an added bonus, the world is now spinning from all that shaking and contorting.<br/><br/>With a feral hiss of rage, the flower woman steps back from Tamara... and starts to slowly straighten herself back up, her lithe body and Lukas rising high up into the air. With a smirk of victory, the flower-woman turns her attention to the prey she's got in her grip.<br/><br/>"Mortal... Why do you fight? Do you not wish to join me in pleasure eternal? I only wish to hold you in my arms..."<br/><br/>Again, the Rogue's eyes start to glaze over... and his struggling starts to slow. At the same time, new vines begin to sprout from the ground beneath Tamara's feet...