Hundreds of thorny vines swarmed him and rapped around his body. He roared and started ripping them apart. Even though the flower was a rank 3 creature it vines were weak.
His claws ripped through them like they were made of paper. He turned and tried to swim away but a vine grabbed his leg and dragged him towards the flower.
He cut it with his tail but more and more kept coming, no matter how many he cut more kept coming like an endless avalanche.
And slowly he was being dragged closer and closer to the flower. Realising physical strength alone was not enough to deal with these numbers he released a giant cloud of poison.
But he had forgotten something, the flower lives in a place filled with poisonous creatures, it grew and hunted there so it was only natural it would gain resistance to poison if not immunity.
His cloud of poison passed through it like harmless smoke. His body kept getting closer and closer to it, then it 12 white petals opened up as if blooming.
