The panther growls and more sharp jagged spikes shoot out from its body, severing most of the roots attached to you so you can move freely. You are able to grab the cane sword. The panther makes a run for the large hulking figure, but the figure intercepts it with a large, spinning crystal that forces it backwards. The panther scrambles to its feet.

“SUCH FEEBLE ATTEMPTS. YOUR FATE IS SEALED, WEAK HUMAN.”

Giant root-tendrils rise from the ground, with their own pointed spikes at the end. They make sharp jabs at you, aiming to sever an arm or a vital organ. What do you do?