Jump, or grab. He nods, and though he moves as if to consider jumping, doesn't do the first at all- no, he remembers rather quickly how pathetic a 'hop' that tends to create, if he hasn't got a running start. But he has his vines after all-and if Tyki thinks that grabbing will do it, then-

His vines falter, as the shifting earth ceases to bring forth the Queen herself. The sudden burst of growth throws him off-perhaps not physically, but rather mentally, and he cannot help but feel a tremor of dread.

Despite that dread, he manages to pull within himself an ounce of courage for one reason, and one only- this is the one who is trying to find Steven- the one who will no doubt cut through everyone else in the room if she must.

Therefore, he instead straightens himself as best he can. His leaves and flowers rustling, his body tense- "...To surrender to you now, would be entirely unforgivable to myself..!" he instead shouts, hoping to take her attention for at least a moment. He swore he saw the fire do something, earlier-if it was at least enough for Some to escape, well...

He stares defiantly, and does his best not to move an inch. (It might be hard, what with all the plants that are growing after all.)