The vines were putting up a good fight and they were winning it seemed until the woman who started all the spells seemed to gather some momentum and was freezing parts of the plant. When the others came in the plants slowed even more though a few of their vines kept going after each of the wizards as they shot spells.

The vines around the man tangled in them seemed to all still but one, that one was still trying to twist and squeeze around his waist.