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[b][u]Location[/u][/b] The Woods — With Group II
[b][u]Interacting With[/u][/b] Dani Olivia Johnson [@Symphoni], Tessa Gray [@Kirah], Malcolm Okada [@McHaggis], Alice Malone [@Undine], Everett Wilcox [@AcerRo], Peter Jelen [@Saltwater Thief]
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The plan seemed to be set in motion. They were going to attack the thorny vines. Alice was going to use her powers over plants to hold them steady. While she did that, Grant was going to attempt to repel the vines to the point of breakage. When there was a clearing, Tess was going to slip through them to hold it open. Grant knew that would work, but she would get hurt, so Malcolm would heal her. That was the plan and it was going to happen, but then like all brilliant plan A’s, a Plan B came along and, quite literally, blew that right into the wind.

When the wind picked up, Grant couldn’t help but stare. His hazel eyes fell upon the natural occurrence as it started to get more intense. The winds formed a funnel and it was high — like, really high. It almost was higher than most of the trees that Grant saw when he looked around him. Though that wasn’t much, the light emitting from the group where his sister and Olivia were at made it easier. Then, when the wind funnel started to approach not only the set of vines across from him, but it also seemed to envelope them as well, 

Before he knew it, Grant hadn’t been able to take any precautions. The tornado had came at both groups as quickly as it had been off in the distance. It ripped through the thorny vines as if it were a butter knife to a slab of butter. Spikes and green vines flew all around them. Some flew into the trees, some flew on the ground that their feet were on, and some flew at their bodies. Through this all, Grant had his arms covering his face. He didn’t care what was going to hit his arms or his body. He was more concerned in preserving his sight. 

About a minute in, Grant felt light surges of pain from his arms and stomach. It would seem that some of the thorns got into his stomach, but probably just a flesh wound. But vines weren’t the only thing that Grant felt fly to his direction: dirt, twigs, small clumps of mud — pretty much everything that one would assume would be flying at them did. Midway into it, Grant peeked his eyes through his arms, and saw the vine cage was no more. He also saw that Malcolm had slipped through it. Grant didn’t want to take any chances. He looked around. First to Tess, then his eyes went to Alice. [color=884dff][b]“Come on! We don’t want to get trapped again!”[/b][/color] Grant’s voice barely breaking through the noise the wind made and the sounds of flying dirt hitting the trees behind them. 

By the time Grant had told them,  he was beside Malcolm. Well, probably not literally, but a good foot or two to the left of him. By this point, the brown-haired male had one thing on his mind and that was reuniting with his girlfriend and sister. He would attempt to walk forward, but that’s when he heard Malcolm say something about running. Grant looked to him, an eyebrow raised. Then, as Malcolm repeated it, but this time with emphasis on “run”, Grant looked up. He saw some kind of figure. His form dead clear in the light of the moon, but Grant couldn’t spot a face. 

Grant wanted to follow what Malcolm suggested. He wanted to run for his life, but he couldn’t. With the sudden fear of that figure up in the sight of the moon and the thought of protecting Olivia made Grant frozen in place. It was only that, with the thought of getting his loved ones out of harms way that knew running was the smartest thing to do. When he would try to force his legs to move, Grant felt himself stumble. He fell one knee onto the ground, but he got up again. Grant then would force his legs to go, but this time faster. Though he stumbled again, Grant kept the pattern going.

Out of the corner of his eye, Grant caught DanI starting to run. Behind her he saw Olivia. He was relieved. Grant was relieved enough that he was able to find peace in mind that he could get the hell out of dodge before he is sliced up finer than a ribeye for a Philly’s Cheesesteak sandwich.