“Elsa!” the three of us screamed, rushing forward. By the time we reached her, the vines had already wrapped themselves around both her legs, and her calves were covered in green, writhing ropes. Yvonne and Euphie grabbed her by the forearms, each of them clinging to a hand.
Eerily enough, the vines began hoisting Elsa upward, as though they meant to haul her back and into the tree they originated from! I lunged forward with my knife, slashing and hacking through the vines straining to drag Elsa away. With a loud hiss, the plant material gave way beneath the blade of my knife, and the vines wrapped around her shins fell right off, as though they had been killed. Poor Elsa slammed to the ground for the second time that day. This time, at least, Yvonne and Euphie managed to catch her part
