Six long, thick roots swayed in the air like snakes waiting to strike, and Peter held his breath as his eyes widened and his heart raced in his throat. All six roots immediately shot forward and wrapped around the monster’s limbs and body.
The beast struggled and pulled at the roots, desperately trying to bite at them as it let out snarls and growls and snapped its overgrown jaw at them. But it could do little as the roots squeezed around it and stretched its limbs away from its body.
Peter watched in horror as the beast’s growls turned to huffs and whimpers, and finally, with several popping and snapping sounds, it let out a pained cry before it went still. Peter could not look away as the roots continued to pull and stretch until the beast was torn apart.
He closed his eyes with a shuddering gasp as the white snow was painted black with the monster's blood.
