Why's he staying down? More importantly, why doesn't he argue? R obediently does as he told because Eva has that sharp something in her voice that no Dead has. It's conviction or feeling or maybe she's just having a bad day. It gets the job done. R immediately stops trying to drag himself free as Eva stalks past him.
He's starting to turn when he's suddenly jerked backward. R groans in surprise as his fingers catch on roots and moist ground. The spear's tugged out of the ground with a squelch as he slithers back, inch by inch. From the sounds behind him he's going out on a limb and guessing Eva's having a hell of a time back there with...whatever it is. He wonders if he should turn and look. The still-human part, the part that might've had a hand in his death, is tempted to take a quick peek. The Dead part, though, is resigned. Why bother? So what if he has a few chunks taken out?
The plant has other ideas. It might not have a brain, but it's still trying to discourage Eva with its rank sap oozing out and the vines it curls around her ankles even as she rips at the roots. With each root she cuts, a vine twitches and goes slack.
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He's starting to turn when he's suddenly jerked backward. R groans in surprise as his fingers catch on roots and moist ground. The spear's tugged out of the ground with a squelch as he slithers back, inch by inch. From the sounds behind him he's going out on a limb and guessing Eva's having a hell of a time back there with...whatever it is. He wonders if he should turn and look. The still-human part, the part that might've had a hand in his death, is tempted to take a quick peek. The Dead part, though, is resigned. Why bother? So what if he has a few chunks taken out?
The plant has other ideas. It might not have a brain, but it's still trying to discourage Eva with its rank sap oozing out and the vines it curls around her ankles even as she rips at the roots. With each root she cuts, a vine twitches and goes slack.