Carefully

After Tyra finishes moaping about her armor, the pair slowly slink forward into the chamber, taking care to watch all corners for signs of any more traps, and watching their step for pressure plates of any kind. It is a medium-sized room of 30 to 40 feet, with seemingly nothing in it except a doorway leading into another hall on the other side, and a black gem embedded in the wall above it. The floor and walls of the room are intersected by a gridded pattern, the slits reaching several inches deep, as if a net had carved its way into all the surfaces like a hot knife through butter.

Tyra and Diana slowly make their way across the room, focussed on the weapons laying unmoving on the floor ahead. Ironically because of their measured pace they don’t get anywhere close to their weapons before they hear creaking and writhing from the various sides of the chamber, the sound of bark scraping against stone. Vines burst out of the stonework from all sides through the grids and begin lashing out towards the adventurers, attempting to reach for their limbs and tearing at their garments.

Tyra attempts to literally punches the vines away with her fists, trying to reach for her hammer a few feet ahead, but quickly a series of thick vines from the floor and ceiling wrap around her arms and legs and lift her one or two feet into the air, grappling with her as she violently wrestles her arms trying to get free.

Diana takes a more graceful approach, dodging and weaving through the vines to get to her blade, but she fails to avoid a thick root sprouting from the ceiling that bars her path, and which with a whiplike motion snakes its way around her midsection, pinning her arms to her side and hauling her up into the air alongside the dwarf.

"Tyraaa! Really good time for some magic!!"