Clearing

The arrow and the hissing snaps the Champion out of her embarassment, and while the rumbling catches her off guard, she leaps out of the way. Only mostly though. The point spears through her left calf, making her cry out in pain before she drops her sword to draw a dagger from her waist to hack at the vine. While it hurt, she was more shocked at the appearance of the tentacle than anything. Tentacles, flower girl, and two huntresses...sounds like a story a Champion of Lust would write. Badly.