Someone drags Nita back - just as well, because that's not Aly's skillset. She's not the healer in their little group, she's their rogue. And in the absence of Annie, she can be the tank, in a pinch.

She cracks her knuckles, takes a deep breath, and flicks her wrists. Blood-red fire sparks into being around her hands, and she winds up one arm like a pitcher ready to throw a fastball.

"Yeet!" The fireball speeds towards the vine, and when it makes contact, the vine seems to do its best to avoid it, pulling up root from where it's insinuated itself into the tree. It looks like more than just a plant. It looks like something sapient.