Diana cuts them 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, but for the most part they harmlessly slide off her plate armor, unable to grab a hold on the metal.

Nevertheless, 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 dances in between vines and cuts at the ones wrapped around Tyra, who is released in short order and lands on her boots with a loud clanking of armor. Within short order the remaining vines are dispatched, leaving the floor littered with sliced up plantmatter.

”Thanks Dee!” Breathes a relieved Tyra.