Lambert won't escape, but it's exactly as planned. Lambert's done all the running he needs-and from the sides of the doors, the first of the three who lie in wait make their move. Gongenzaka rises from the shadows like a whale from the sea, massive and cloaked by the wet, pouring rain. He makes no sound-but he lunges, stretching out not the arm that would have reflexively come with it, but instead a multitude of vines.

A swarm of red and brown, all launching forward with a single-minded goal. To bind. A few, perhaps, aim specifically for Sans' sword arm. The blade is, no matter how little he knows about it beyond being a weapon, the biggest threat to Lambert's life. The rest of them however aim to coil Sans' body. Whatever they can wrap around, they'll do it, constricting until they can slam Sans into the ground (gently though, by Gongenzaka's standards-this isn't a murder attempt after all).

And once successful-if successful, for that matter, the taur-beast's great paw will be coming to rest upon the Warden, a final weight to keep them in place.

Gongenzaka says nothing.

His eyes speak for him, narrowed not with rage but if anything, warning.