The vines have some type of mystic power with them. The grey vines were far more brutal than the tendril that the flesh. It was thicker and faster than the flesh tendril.
Reeva quickly backed off but, the vines were relentless. It closed in on him and snatched at him again. However this time Reeva saw it coming from a mile away. His hand claps the gey thing away as he continues to run.
However, it wasn't that easy, two figures close in on him. On both sides, one wielded a pitchfork and one wielded a knife. Reeva saw them at the edge of his vision and he responded accountingly by grabbing their weapon mid-swing.
There were no visible cuts on his body, the weapons didn't do their jobs. However, Reeva needed to pay attention to something far worse. A grey vines protrude from the body of the left guy.
