The rose wight shrieked in what Merlin could only assume was pain. It pulled the sliced tentacle away from Merlin's reach and buried it into the ground behind it. Several of the tentacles that were distracting other groups were now starting to get reeled back in. Loud scratching noises could be heard from the surroundings as the thorned tentacles scraped against and tore up the surrounding vegetation.
Not wanting to lose his current momentum, Merlin rushed forward and sliced at the wight. The spare tentacle was thrust in his way, but this time Merlin's blade didn't cleave through it.
The rose wight whipped Merlin away, forcing him to take a few steps back or risk tripping over, and two more tentacles had finally returned to defend her.
