There's got to be another route..

You step back, leaving the ground to reform where your footsteps were while you search for another way, taking your sword out and approaching a dense section of foliage. Rearing back, you begin striking at the vines and branches that have grown together, stepping forward every few swipes. Slowly but surely you clear a path through the thicket, making your way along until you're **** to stop or a moment, taking a rest.

You kneel down, stabbing your blade into the ground and wait, panting faintly as you recover. The sound of something shifting behind you prompts you to look back, suddenly realizing that the thicket has grown back behind you, leaving you surrounded. Try as you might, you can't get your bearings back, entirely lost by now, you curse under your breath and rise up onto your feet, pulling your sword from the ground and preparing it again.

You begin to swing wildly in random directions, carving a new path for yourself through the tangled vines and bushes, but are stopped quickly as you hear the same sound again. Glancing around, you can see parts of the thicket swaying unnaturally, as if something was moving them.. Taking a long breath to calm yourself, you lash out towards the movement....