As your sidestep to avoid a grasping tendril, two more wrap around your legs and neck. The noisome monstrosity emerges below you, slick with ichor, and opens its wide-angled mouth. You thrash wildly, and tear at the mossy tissue gathered around the tendrils holding you. A sudden movement of a silvery blossom turns the creature's attention away from you, and it drops you to follow its new prey. You spring back to the shoreline and collapse in a dead faint at the edge of the road.