It's times like these where even an ounce of common sense would do Gary wonders--enough to recognize that trying to run away from the trees by hiding into a forest is just about the silliest thing he could have done--but alas, instinct leads him the wrong way. It's mere seconds before the vegetation rears up and snags his bloodied foot, instantly tripping him. He gasps, thinks to yell some kind of warning, but the breath comes only after he faceplants in the dirt.

Tom's victory speech goes unheard over the blood pounding in his ears, unfortunately. Not that Gary would be listening anyways; he's far too busy trying to struggle away from the encroaching roots, tugging and tearing with significantly more strength than someone his size should have. The delicate edge of his abilities that enticed him at the Cornucopia is starting too look more tantalizing. If he can't get out of this trap, he might be forced to take it.