Diana cuts them up with her blade

While Tyra gets lifted from the ground, Diana is violently lashing out at the various tendrils lunging at her from all sides. She twists and turns, dodging attempts to wrap around her legs and cutting them to pieces with swift slashes from her longsword.

”Aargh, let go of me ya filthy pieces of compost!” Tyra angrily shouts as she’s pulled up, alerting Diana to her predicament. More vines begin creeping across Tyra’s body, grabbing hold of the fabric of her gambeson and shirt, and starting to rip it apart entirely. A vine digs its way in between the different layers, and with a violent spasm the various holes torn through the fabric connect into a major tear and the gambeson flutters to the ground in various pieces. Next the vines grab a hold of the simple shirt below and simply rip it apart, leaving Tyra hanging in mid-air in just her tunic and the frilly bra that contains her well-endowed chest.

”Ya damn creeps, get off o’ me! Aaah!”

Before it’s entirely too late for Tyra’s dignity, Diana rushes in to assist. She might not know anything about magic, but she excels at cutting things up that need to be cut up. Quickly, she spins in between vines and cuts at the ones wrapped around Tyra, who is released in short order and manages to land on her feet, half-heartedly attempting to cover the great expanse of skin she’s now showing. She's lost her hammer, armor and even the shirt off her back and is now just running around in her undergarments and a tunic - it hasn't been a great day for her. Within short order the remaining vines are dispatched, leaving the floor littered with sliced up plantmatter.

”A little late Dee, but thanks all the same,” Breathes a relieved Tyra.

-“Sorry. I- it’s a good look on you?”

”Now you’re just making it worse..”