Mark dodged under a swipe from the ant's blade as he watched it fly over his eyes by a mere millimeter. He grabbed the arm in a lock hold and tried to pry it away from the arm socket to get rid of the blade, but the ant was too strong and it threw Mark up before a green vine suddenly appeared from the side and slammed into Mark, dragging him into the air! Mark flipped over the vine and held on tight as it tried to slam him into a tall tree!
He raced to the top of the vine and ran up its length until he was far above the forest, staring into the horizon. There were about fifty of the green vines slithering and wiggling all over the place, and few of them were long enough to tower over the forest trees by more than two hundred meters.
Mark watched the ant anima watching him. They both ran across the vines without ever letting the other out of their sight, and Mark crouched on the vine and used it as a springboard to launch himself toward where the Ant was!
