[The strikes manages to stun it, though it doesn't stay down for long. It's mostly the shock of being physically jarred and jostled about. It doesn't have nearly enough cognizance to be affected much more than that. If it has a complaint at its treatment, it doesn't voice it. Mostly it just tries to writhe up to its feet and get at her, fruitlessly. It barely acknowledges the fact that it's being dragged over the ground. Bits of fungal growth snap off as it's rustled over the leaves, leaving trails of dark pink stained against the rocks and greenery.]
[It lacks enough intelligence to try and get free of its bindings. It just wants to spread.]
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[It lacks enough intelligence to try and get free of its bindings. It just wants to spread.]