>>6142217>>6142387>>6142565Unwilling to risk a trek along slick and moss-covered roots or slosh through murky water of unknown depths, Impa orders the expedition to cut through the tough, thorn laden brambles across their path.
Hacking, chopping, pulling, and occasionally swearing when they are pricked, the Sheikah clear the bramble out of the way. As the outer layers of bramble are cleared, the stiff and sharp branches give way to softer, more supple vines. Tough, leathery bulbs protrude from the vines, varying in size from as small as an acorn to as large as a human head. All the bulbs however, emit a sickly-sweet fragrance with undertones of rotting meat. Thick syrupy nectar drips down from the bulbs increasing the intensity of the smell. More vines fall away and larger bulbs are found. Growing sick of the smell, one of the Sheikah swings their blade at a bulb. The weapon sinks in deep with a hollow *thunk*. As the man goes to pull his weapon free though, the bulb splits open revealing a hollow inside, save for a tongue and a row of razor sharp "teeth". The man jumps back with a yelp, abandoning his weapon as the bulb snaps at him. Soon all the bulbs, great and small split open to reveal their teeth and begin biting at the nearest Sheikah.
Dodging back as a particularly large bulb snaps at her head, Impa quickly pirouettes and cuts the bulb off at its base. The snapping bulb falling lifelessly to the ground. All around bulbs snap and bite and vines shift and twist, beginning to seal off their retreat.
>Form up and clear the bulbs, the last thing you want is to get strung out or separated>Fall back and cut your way out of the closing encirclement.>Press on and keep clearing the path, your people can handle these carnivorous bulbs.>[Write In] 