The Tevanarus Tangle--a forest action scene (i don't stand by the quality

Merlin, Candis, and Kasey walked on and on, occasionally pulling thorns from their jackets or leggings (pants for merlin), which the jungle was filled with. The three friend’s faces were spotted with sunlight which streamed down on them from the forest’s canopy of green and red leaves. “Man! Look!” Candis and Kasey whipped toward Merlin’s voice. “What?” said Candis, with a slight hint of exasperation. It had been Merlin’s fourth time squawking over something she has already seen, and studied, thousands of times. “it’s a purple vine!” began Merlin, who has clearly never seen such a colorful vine before, “With crazy shaped yellow leaves!” Kasey glances at the vine, then at Candis to see if she was going to go berserk about him stopping them for such unimportant things. But Candis didn’t, she didn’t even look mad. In fact, she looked quite pale and sickly. “Candis, you feelin’ alright?” Kasey said cautiously, still worried it’s a matter of seconds until her friend’s anger surfaced. “Don’t—move.” She said inexpressibly, “That—that's the Tevanarus Tangle—a deadly vine.” Her voice was followed by a rustling sound coming from the depths of the wood behind them. Then with one long echoed scream she disappeared. Well, she didn’t quite disappear, when they heard her scream and turned to look all they saw was her tennis shoes gliding away, into the creek to their right. Merlin’s cracking voice spoke first, “she—she’s gone. Where did she—” but he never got to finish his sentence. Because right then, the death taunting vine began to wrap themselves around their ankles. Merlin gave a ear-splitting shrill, grabbed his knife out of his belt and began hacking at the vine on his left ankle—occasionally, in his anxious state, he missed and gave himself a pretty bad slash, but he was too distracted to feel the pain or blood dripping down into his shoes, where his sock became less white and a lot more red. Kasey tried loosening the lethal vine, but she tried in vain. All it did was tighten every time she tried, making it more and more painful on her straining ankles. Merlin was about to give up the idea of sawing the vine, because every time he would crack some of the skin, it would grow right back. And with a thud, he landed on the undergrowth, the vine pulling at his legs. He held on to anything he could reach, his hands grouping helplessly. There was a yelp and Kasey was soon beside him, trying to find something she could use to whack the vine off her ankles, which were quickly turning purple under the strangling hold of the Tevanarus Tangle. “Merlin!” Kasey screamed as her friend was swept away—down into the vine strewn creek below. Kasey struggled as the long, green rope slithered up, swirled around her scratched and torn legs, all while tightening horribly. The Tevanarus Tangle found their way up to her thighs, seemed they had gotten a good enough hold, and dragged her bruising body over the ledge, and across the unforgiving rocks, where she hit her head against a large, flat stone. She soon finally stopped. Kasey, groaning, stumbled to her surprisingly freed feet, one hand held clasped over her throbbing temple, and tried to steady her blurring eyesight. And then, suddenly, she found herself in a dense grove, where you couldn’t even see the ground because there’s an immeasurably horrible amount of the muddy purple chains of the Tevanarus Tangle. She didn’t dare to move and draw attention to herself. After a little while, she decided she should try—Kasey’s toes found spaces in between the vine that dragged her into that creek without mercy, and started to move forward. first step, she didn’t disturb them. second step, looking pretty good. Third step, her heel grazed a thick one, but it didn’t move. With a sigh of relief, she brushed her black hair out of her face, and began moving forward again. She watched very conscientiously as she made her way to the edge of the grove inside the gigantic creek. The trees seemed to get lower and lower and the Tevanarus thicker and thicker as she carefully places her footsteps. Kasey heard a rustle of leaves and a cracking of twigs and turned her head just in time to see a pair of legs being dragged away on the undergrowth. Merlin. And his legs didn’t look at all good. In fact, they had bits and pieces of the pants torn and scratched open—leaving behind it fresh-looking slashes where, Kasey guessed, rocks and things, probably those lethal vines as well, had daggered him. where his body had been dragged there now is a streak of dark maroon blood.