Barely.

You thrash violently under the crushing bites of the arachnids and yesterday you would have been overwhelmed... but not today. Your immunity to poison makes their primary tactic defunct and they have a hard time adjusting. Your skin has gotten tougher since you last fought and their fangs are blunted trying to bite into you. The fact that you don't seem to have a centralized body is also throwing them a bit, your vines whipping up and around in impossible places as you slither amidst the foliage. You almost break out in laughter when you see a spider viciously chewing on a nearby shrub, mistaking it for you, but you are distracted when they find your face. ARGH! The bellow alerts them to your weak point but you can't help it: long fangs tearing into your petals hurts like a motherfucker. Damn you wish you had more offensive abilities.

Your thrashing and stabbing vines are covered in purple spider blood but they just seem to keep coming! Even with your newly improved skin, the sheer ferocity of the relentless **** is beginning to break you apart... Ding Level Up!

Everyone stops for a moment in surprise. Uh...What now? You glance over at a recently impaled spider as it vanishes from atop your tentacle. These guys were smalltime...you had no idea you were so close to leveling up! Your body regenerates in a flash of restored HP and the spiders are thrown back with your renewed strength. You rise to your full height, just barely scraping the lowest tree branches, and unleash a roar that sends the last few dozen spiders into a full retreat. HAHA! What's the matter eight-legs? Don't wanna go for a round 2? You could swear one of them is trying to give you the finger but is frustrated by his lack of actual hands.

Turning back you smile beatifically at Dana, still holding down the witch in the center circle. The ward is still up, something you hadn't expected, and Dana is struggling to restrain the older woman. Oh dear. Dana had the obvious advantage, being on top of her tied up opponent, but the level difference was making itself known as Miera bucked her this way and that. Niether of them were melee combatants but Miera had a tremendous level advantage, manifesting in higher HP/Stamina/Strength and a plethora of other traits. Dana was covered in tiny scrapes and scratches in no time at all. Dammit! If this ward would just come down...

An idea comes to you. It's crazy. But it just might work. Tearing off the remainder of the vines from the nearby trees, you lash them together in a makeshift lasso. Dana! She looks up dazedly, Catch! You toss the lassoed vine as accurately as you can, successfully looping the battered girl. She doesn't do much in the way of catching but she gets the idea and holds her captive tight. You pull the two of them across the mossy ground as fast as you can without squishing Dana. Landing in a heap just outside the circle, you wrest control of the struggling witch from your exhausted companion. The witch looks up in horror, "Wait, NO!" You firmly plant a vine to her chest, Absorb.