[Cameron steels herself and rushes in, ignoring the cloying strands which drift off the main 'limbs' of the creature towards her, and flicks the lighter. The flame, dialed as high as it will go, catches in the fuel-soaked parts first, spreading up and down the length of it in a smoky, smoldering rush. She pulls at it, trying to free Caspian from the beast's grasp before he gets singed, trying to ignore the heat herself. A shudder runs down the hirsute vines.]
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