"DON'T!" Jamie demands, trying to knock the zippo out of her hand. Beyond his ingrained fear of forest fires, whatever is in the can can't last forever, and they're surrounded.

The trees pull back long enough to beat their branches against the ground and each other, trying to extinguish the flames. But another line presses forward, clearly angry, whipping vines around in a renewed, deadly frenzy. They seem intent on destroying the humans through sheer size and force of numbers.

One such vine catches Jamie across the chest, tightens and yanks him up and over to a waiting cluster of shuddering branches. His flailing sword only serves to aggravate his captors, and as he disappears from sight, his yell suggests he's not being dealt with in a delicate fashion.