Jet laid in a crumpled heap his skin pricked here and there with tiny holes, he struggled to gather breath and his body began to convulse. The vines withdrew and an ungodly roar echoed at the mouth of the cave, "You will not succeed," A heavy strong voice boomed. From the shadows of the trees stood some sort of rock creatures controlling the vines around him, lashing around those closest to the mouth of the cave. It drew closer with every step, then as if with the power of gods, a man ran to the cave shinning a strange device that seemed to be powered by the sun, a strange new magic that projected light at the beast, it sheilded it's eyes, thrashing at it's surroundings, "Grab him, he's been poisoned," screamed the man chucking rock like things that exploded around the creature. Jet continued to twitch, the small pricks turning red from running blood.