"Jerkass, I like it! How ya feel about barbecue, jerkass!?"

The bird cackles, and more lightning strikes hit roots, clearing the path for you. You have obtained a cane sword! The large hulking figure waves a hand, and you notice that the tendrils that are rising now are bigger than the ones that were trying to grab you before--and these ones have sharp, jagged points at the end that look like they'd be nasty to be stabbed with. But they all appear to still be recovering from the lightning paralysis, so you aren't hindered currently.