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. Needing to focus her attention, the waistband of her pants quickly slip from her grasp and she stands amidst the chopped up tendrils with her pants down to her knees, constantly on the verge between balance and tripping as her ass pivots around the room.

”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 fail to grab any hold whatsoever on the smooth metal of Tyra’s plate armor.

Quickly, 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 spins in between vines, the momentum causing her pants to pool at her ankles, and she cuts at the vines wrapped around Tyra, who is released in short order and manages to land on her feet, steadying herself with one hand to prevent a tumble. Within short order the remaining vines are dispatched, leaving the floor littered with sliced up plantmatter.

”Thanks Dee, they almost had me there” Breathes a relieved Tyra.

”Well at least one of us got out of this room in good order...” Diana begins hoisting her pants back up again, emphasizing the words.