Herbert's Side Story 4
I tore into the cultists like a vengeful vine demon, which I technically was. They shrieked and stumbled, tripping over the roots cluttering the forest floor. Their terrified wails were music to my nonexistent ears. One bolder than the rest, or rather dumber, hurled a dagger at me.
I snapped it in half midair with a sharp slap of a vine. Its pieces spun off, disappearing into the bushes.
Pathetic, I thought, already lunging towards the next target.
This one had the audacity to try and cast a spell, his grubby fingers weaving through the air. I did not give him time to finish. My vines lashed out, looping around his wrists and yanking his arms together like a poorly tied bouquet.
With an internal grunt, I hurled him backward, directly into the ancient branches of a nearby pine. He hung there helplessly stuck, looking like a ragdoll.
"I hate nature!" he wailed.
