Before Devon managed to cast his spell, as he moved on forward, vines shot out from the ground and wrapped themselves around Devon's legs, torso and arms, stretching him wide open and trapping him. The Satyr raised the mace, and brought it right down into Devon's chest, the stones going right through the armour, hooking into the flesh of his chest, before relentlessly pulling out.

The first thing Devon felt was the air being pushed right out of his lungs. Then followed the excruciating pain of the stones ripping at his flesh, which released quite some blood and skin for Devon. Then, finally, he could feel a pain that stretched through his entire body quite swiftly. A pain that made his body wrench and squirm all together. It was the unmistakeable sensation of poison seeping into and throughout his body.

It was only after this that the vines started to loosen. But Devon would have to free himself out of these vines before being able to launch any good defence.