The plants that I was directing weren't moving with the careful precision that I had used before.
The interrupted core experiment had left too much power inside them, and now they were responding to everything like starved dogs suddenly released into a room full of meat.
One root wrapped around an attacker's waist and slammed him into the ceiling while another one split into narrow strands that caught fingers, wrists, and throats, pinning the men down with such happiness that I could feel it in my bones.
Wiggling my fingers without much thought, I sent a thick section of roots through the stairwell wall and drove a man over the railing. He fell into the warehouse below like a ragdoll with a thud that was almost satisfying.
The baby vine launched itself from my shoulder, both leaf-heads bit into the same attacker from opposite sides, one fastening onto his neck while the other tore at his face.
