The charging trees swarmed over Oliver, knocking him to the ground. A dozen different hands seized him around the legs, arms, and neck. Their skin was rough and jagged like tree bark, digging painfully deep into Oliver as the creatures shoved him against the ground.
The sudden violence was enough to break him free of his stupor. He began to fight wildly, and managed to free a leg and arm from the forest of stick-thin arms grabbing at him. Oliver punched and kicked at the limbs still holding him, expecting them to break like twigs.
But, despite their appearance, the trees’ arms were thick and solid, and his blows did nothing other than to scrape the skin off his knuckles.
After a short scuffle, the creatures managed to seize Oliver’s flailing limbs, then pinned them down with the rest of him. He squirmed and writhed in their grasp, but they had him held so tightly that he could not move an inch.