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While the weed killer doesn't seem to harm their regenerative properties any, it seems to slow them down, after a moment or two to soak into the roots. Their movements get lethargic, sluggish, and dull. The one that has Fredrick tied up starts to lose its grip on him, and if he struggles to get free he may just manage it.

But he'd better struggle soon. A smaller, thorned tendril is creeping up towards his head, bearing a seed and ready to propagate its species.

The musky scent continues to thicken. It seems their production of that aroma was unaffected by the weed killer.

The frost patch that Astrana creates quickly overcomes the plants in her path, one of them lashing out as the shard passes and having a vine snap off as it suddenly becomes rigid.

They're incapacitated, for now, but there's no telling how long that ice will hold them.