Tom snarls, twisting and fighting to keep out of the grip of that tentacle. In a brief moment of temporary respite, he drops to his knees, slaps his palms to the ground, and sends his power surging through the grass and trees surrounding them.
The grass lunges upward, growing until it reaches chest height of all the participants, and wraps itself thickly and tightly around Omega Red's tentacles and body. Newborn trees, weeds and stinging ferns snarl his legs and chest, stopping his flight.
Tom glances over at his new-found compatriot.
"You can't let him touch you," he calls tersely. "His power lets him drain energy from anyone he gets into contact with. Mutants for preference, I'm given to understand, but that won't stop him from trying to take a bite out of you."
As he speaks, he draws his Shillelagh purposefully, before advancing on Omega Red.
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