Dash for your gear

Well, no use tryna’ fight this thing bare handed!

You take a risk as you turn on your heel and begin sprinting for your gear across the cavern. Time seems to slow as you feel something catch your foot, sending you crashing to the ground. You hit the ground hard as you watch a viney tendril wrap around your ankle. Suddenly you are pulled upside down and hoisted into the air. Your long copper hair hangs in your face but through it, you can make out the very pissed off face of the spriggan.

“No hard feelins'?” You quip as a last resort of diplomacy.

It plucks the pink tulip from your grasp using one of its many appendages. It seems to mend the tear in the stem as the flower is affixed back in its place. With that taken care of it turns its full attention back to you.