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After creating three puddles near the Blood Snare Plant, Torrent took her time and thought carefully about her next move. Once she had decided what she would do, she said a small prayer--or was it a chant?--in the back of her mind.

She felt the magic surging just like before in the cave. And, using her mouth to guide the flame, she released it in a narrow stream to ignite the venom puddles…

Was it just her, or had the fire become a darker tinge around its edges? Was that from the poison, or her concentration of the flames?

The thinner, controlled stream arced perfectly to strike the puddles. But though the flames spread across the surface of the liquid, it only lasted for a few moments. The fumes rising up from her poison, however, ignited with a sharp hiss. Unlike something like gasoline or gunpowder, however, this effect didn’t create a powerful explosion--the poison, or some layer of it, just seemed to burn, and the overall liquid of the puddles didn’t catch fire at all. Nonetheless, three separate clouds of flame blossomed around the Blood Snare, plus the condensed stream of fire Torrent spread in an arc as she moved her head.

The plant’s reaction was immediate. Its fleshy petals drew close, drawing up into a tight bud, and with whiplike snaps and cracks its vines jerked free of the earth and began lashing out wildly! If Torrent couldn’t evade or defend, these flailing appendages would deal a hefty blow--but they were coming from so many angles!

Despite this, several of the vines and other parts of the odd plant were singed and burned, and some embers still clung to life. As the flames caught up, the smell of burning flesh and cooking meat began to waft in the air, but the plant writhed even more with an eerie lack of screams yet no less agony...
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As the plant began to move, the first of the whips flailing, Torrent's immediate instinct was to get away.

Which she did by promptly digging straight down until she was in a little hole.  But she wasn't quick enough to evade all the whip-like attacks, as several clipped her along her back end and tail.  Irritated at having been struck she swished her tail back and forth while she moved forward slowly towards the plant. Breaking back up she made a small hole that she could see the plant through, and she backed up slightly into her little tunnel and into the darkness that she felt more comfortable in.

Using Scale shift to the dirt beneath her, which would be a richer color than the forest floor she'd used it with above, Torrent stopped to think.

Something that was becoming surprisingly more common for her.  As far as she could tell, this thing didn't have a way of sensing her except through touch.  Which meant that it shouldn't be able to do anything about her attacking through her little safe hole.  She couldn't believe she was fighting a plant of all things.  A funny thought occurred to her as she thought, however, as the memory of Jason and his chanting words before doing things randomly popped into her head.

[color=4863a0]"From the Shadows I strike, swift and true, a stream of fire and ire, assassination,"[/color] she said confidently after a few moments of thought, repeating her mixed flame breath and poison breath attack from before through the hole at the plant's 'bulb'.