They had nearly crossed the field on silent feet when a single vine twitched, snaking directly into the path of their swordsman. He stumbled, his boot stomping down hard, and his flailing blade sliced a dozen of the writhing creepers in half.
"Get him up! Go!" Leo shouted, already breaking into a sprint toward the relative safety of the hedgerow. "That thing is not going to be happy."
The woodcutter hauled the other boy to his feet and the
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