Spoke too soon, Rita, because as soon as the other creature's done thrashing, the beast turns its attention to her. The vines that make up its body ripple like grotesque musculature, though it has little actual anatomical accuracy, and Lambert grits his teeth.

"Move!" The beast lunges forward, aiming to 'snap' at Rita with its jaws... though it's mostly a mess of smaller, wiggling vines rather than sharp teeth. Lambert grunts as the momentum whips him back. Come on, doesn't this thing have a brain or heart or some weak point somewhere?!