Dinah was already pale from the last limb some monster broke. She's white from this, and the sprout wrapping around her forearm seems to be doing it just to lift her arm up, against the protests of the shoulder that's been dislocated and reset twice in as many hours.

The huge bulb of leaves moves, tilting down to a horizontal position, two of them peeling back in a way that looks like lips around what are definitely white teeth.

"Lotta tough talk, Son. How do you plan on following up on that?"

Another shoot, thin and tentacle like as the last, shoots up from the floor towards Voodoo, racing towards the barrel of his submachine gun.