Leonel's expression turned cold. He thought of many possibilities, most of which centered around a parasitic organism of some sort. Regardless, he would probably have to narrow down exactly what was going on here later. But first…
SHIING!
Leonel's spear shifted to one hand as he fell backward and activated
Five lines were drawn in quick succession, forming the image of a star that shot forward.
The wall of tendrils was minced to pieces, sliced apart until nothing but half dead wiggling worms of black danced about the forest floor.
