The Grimm noticeably detested the ice that slowed its movements, or at least, most of it did. The small heads screeched rapidly as its movements initially dulled, and it lost a visible amount of roots.
The main head remained calm, however, its gaze locked onto Robert as it continued to move its tendrils. It seemed to be have noticed the way Robert dodged its attacks. It could not move well due to the Ice Dust Yue had used, though it seemed to be breaking out of its effects rather quickly compared to the average Grimm.
The Dust was effective. It’s just that the Grimm in particular seemed to shake off damage rather easily. Whereas most Grimm would take a moment to stop its attacks, the Dionaea’s key trait of endlessly bombarding its foes was made clear when- even with its brittle roots- continued to attack. That also meant that the battle was going to end pretty fast if either side began to curbstomp one another.
The roots that had missed Robert began to follow him again. Some of them were cut apart as they moved, though they were quickly replaced with more roots. There seemed to be less roots following Robert, though now there was one damaged root oddly raised, as if it was going to try flattening Robert like a hammer.
The root Violet shot burned and eventually fizzled into nonexistence, though it seemed unfazed by her fire arrow. Several roots vigorously followed Violet in an attempt to keep her occupied, and the root that had been holding Skye was ruthlessly shattered by Bianca. One of the small heads snapped its direction at her presence, as if it was going to keep her ability to reach great heights in mind. And as Llyr stopped several roots from being able to move at all, the Dionaea sent more roots at his direction, challenging quantity with quantity. It continued to attack the students nonstop, quickly making it a rather frustrating Grimm to fight against.
Noticing that Ben had cleaved much of its vines, the main head of the Dionaea turned to Ben.
He had brought down a good number of its roots. But he still seemed exasperated.
The Dionaea was naturally attracted to more vulnerable targets. That said, it didn’t target people who pretended to be weak or taunting it- it targeted those who were actually weakened. While it initially avoided attacking Ben due to it targeting everything but him, seeing how he seemed to be a major nuisance by cutting down its vines had rightfully earned its attention.
Without warning, it suddenly tossed almost all of the vines guarding the main stem at Ben’s direction- not only at Ben, but everyone at his direction. It threw its tendrils in a similar fashion it did at Robert, though this time, there were many more roots heading from above to prevent anyone from jumping over its attacks. It left little options for the students.
It was a chance- for either the students to capitalize on it and cut down most of its close defenses in an instant and finally get closer, or for the Dionaea to make the fight so much harder as the Ice Dust on it continued to wear out.
Sangue perked up and turned to Skye, though Bianca thankfully beat her to the punch by blowing apart the root that immobilized Skye. Slicing upwards, Sangue finally managed to cut one of the roots that had been persistently following her- the same one she had been leaving scratches on. As she analyzed the room, she noted that it seemed to be targeting those who moved quickly or dealt damage to its roots.
It was a Grimm that knew what to prioritize.
Her gaze sharpened when she saw a rather damaged root hovering over Robert. Clenching the fist of her prosthetic, she took a deep breath, calculating to see if she should use her claw or harpoon.
It seemed like it could fall off if enough strength was put against the root.
A clicking sound emitting from the prosthetic, Sangue fired a harpoon out of her prosthetic, aiming at the root floating over Robert. She initially missed and pulled back the harpoon before launching it again. At her second try, the blade sunk itself into the thick root.
Retracting the chains that connected themselves to the launched blade, she gave a harsh pull to her left, quickly dismembering the root. It fell next to Robert, falling on top of several roots that were heading to his direction.
As the chains of her prosthetic’s weapon pulled themselves into her arm, she noticed a swarm of vines that flew towards Ben’s direction.
Her included.
…She wasn’t going to deny that she didn’t like the visual image of the vines flying towards her and Ben’s direction. That also meant simply looking at the vines wasn’t going to do anything.
The last of her chains sinking back into her prosthetic, she readied her blade and proceeded to slice two thin vines that flew towards Ashe’s direction. She then leapt and severed a root that was headed at Ben from above. Just as she was about to slice another root before she landed, however, she felt something very thick wrap itself around her waist and arms, halting her movements instantly.
It was an odd moment. Her eyes were wide, like a raccoon caught stealing food, and the bottom of her lip pushing itself upward as a look of confusion washed over her once serious expression. For a very split moment, the root that had been heading towards Bianca’s direction remained still after it fully got a grip on Sangue.
She liked being next to people. Unfortunately, sometimes, life didn’t want her to stick with her fellow students at all times. It sometimes did so with plant Grimms throwing vines everywhere.
Her sword still in her hand, she felt herself being lifted off the ground as the root quickly pulled her away from her group. Looking at the ground, and then at the Dionaea, the poison contained in her prosthetic’s shoulder pauldrons steadily began to coat the blades inside the arm.
“…Um…” She began, before realizing that she was now moving around the room wildly without her consent. She wasn't close to any walls to be slammed against, but it was still a dizzy experience.
She hoped falling wouldn’t hurt much, seeing how there didn’t seem to be anything for her blade to latch onto aside from the Grimm itself. Then again, the ground would probably feel better than one of the insides of the Dionaea’s many mouths.