The groaning in the trees lasted for a long amount of time, and Janesca tightened her grip on the back of Alexander’s torso piece to keep him from being dragged off. He would have told her to release him, but being grounded by several pounds of paladin actually seemed like a good idea. Even if a vine did grab him, he highly doubted they would be able to wrench him away.
Making a move to grab his bow from its sling, it caught itself on the back of Janesca’s covered forearm before he had to readjust his movements, the occasional clacking of wood meeting metal only highlighting his stunted preparation. By the time he maneuvered it to his front, his head was swiveling to look at the looming canopy, his blood pressure running higher the more the sound increased in volume.