It's a fast tree! [ the grown-ass man complains like he's a ten year old. Yes, he might not be in the best of shape and yes, he doesn't have anything in the way of 'muscles' or 'stamina' but he is a magician, dammit, he didn't need those things to begin with!

As Shima distracts the Pokemon with it's own head (ewwwww), Strange skids to a stop, fumbling slightly as he does so. Turning around, he places his hand on the ground and starts to mutter something under his breath. There's a low rumbling sound before the plant matter around Exeggutor's feet grows, wrapping itself around the Pokemon's legs. Nearby vines continue to grow, shooting themselves towards the Pokemon as well, as they too wrap around Exeggutor's legs. There's no attempt to lash any of the legs together or to trip the creature—Strange simply wants the magic to hold it still.

And, it seems to be working. As Exeggutor struggles against the vines, they hold taught against the Pokemon's legs. Strange lets out a whoop of laughter, grinning like a madman as he looks from the Pokemon back to Shima. ]

The magic should hold for a while, but— [ and one of the vines starts to rrrrrrip ominously. ] —but I don't think we should take our chances. It might be best to start running again.

[ Which, with a nod to Shima, is exactly what Strange does. ]