Ferris would not find his time within the plant to be pleasant. Around his ankles, a thick syrupy substance would begin to pool, beginning to fill the space. Where it touched his flesh, it would sting, although not quite burning. There was minimal room to maneuver with the plant bearing down on him, and swinging a seven foot long great sword would be absolutely impossible in the enclosed space. The best he could manage was maneuvering it around and stabbing down in one spot, letting the ice magic work its magic.
But freezing the massive plant would be a slow process, and all the while it continued to press down, contracting around Ferris and limiting his movement further.
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Marucs would not be able to hear Ferris's shouts. Just from the height of the tunnel, Ferris was only a foot or so down, but the plants covering the top were thick and closed. There was a twitch that passed through the plant life, and then the entire plant seemed to contract, with long ropelike roots beginning to withdraw towards the center. If Marcus wasn't careful, he would be caught up in them, but the roots themselves didn't seem to be particularly focused on him right then.
But freezing the massive plant would be a slow process, and all the while it continued to press down, contracting around Ferris and limiting his movement further.
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Marucs would not be able to hear Ferris's shouts. Just from the height of the tunnel, Ferris was only a foot or so down, but the plants covering the top were thick and closed. There was a twitch that passed through the plant life, and then the entire plant seemed to contract, with long ropelike roots beginning to withdraw towards the center. If Marcus wasn't careful, he would be caught up in them, but the roots themselves didn't seem to be particularly focused on him right then.