She felt a tug.

As the blonde nearly escaped the prickly obstacle that had barred her path, she felt a rather uncomfortable sensation **** her groin. Her stomach sank as she felt the pinch of her panties biting into her sensitive areas, as if they were caught on something and stretched out behind her. Turning her head slowly, the mounting horror she felt reached it's peak upon seeing the problem; a dastardly vine had hooked it's thorns into the waistband of her underwear. Yang immediately froze like a deer in headlights, not wanting to risk any further movement that might damage the garments.

"You prickly fucker." she growled as she struggled to address the situation.

Moving backwards wasn't going to be of any help. Sure, it would lessen the tension being placed on her panties, but she also be reversing her unguarded rear back into the bushes, potentially causing more thorns to hook into the only piece of cloth keeping her buttocks from experiencing the lovely autumn breeze gently blowing across them.

"Did I walk past a giant black cat today? Because this is the worst luck in the world."