[Too late. As Egon tries peering into the bushes, the vine smacks him in the face and knocks his glasses askew. He stumbles backwards and grabs at Ray's arm, fixing his glasses and glaring at the bush.
Faraday skitters over in concern, letting out a low rumbling sound and plunging her arm into the shrubbery to grab at the attacker. Have at it, you fiend!]
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[Too late. As Egon tries peering into the bushes, the vine smacks him in the face and knocks his glasses askew. He stumbles backwards and grabs at Ray's arm, fixing his glasses and glaring at the bush.
Faraday skitters over in concern, letting out a low rumbling sound and plunging her arm into the shrubbery to grab at the attacker. Have at it, you fiend!]