"Then, keep them off of me!" Felih calls back, before falling to his hands and knees, hands glowing as green magic begins to spread and radiate from his hands and through the earth around him. The most he can do is use his healing magic to conjure shields around himself as he stops attacking, but trying to constantly renew the shields while also channeling his green magic to this extent is taxing him.

The magic begins to pulse through the branching rivulets Felih pushes through the earth, pulsing, pulsing- and then, a concentrated glow of green begins to peek through the monstrous mass of vines before them.

"There! At its base, dead center in the core of it- if we can cut through to it, then it's finished!" Felih calls after a gasp of breath, leaping to his feet and beginning to aim his chakrams at the same spot, over, over, over, throwing them viciously and trying to cut deeper and deeper.