hurting but not helpless

Ashetta was right - at least at first. The stallion was unsure what was happening with the appearance of a newcomer, stamping his hooves and threatening to rear up against the small woman. But her voice was soothing even if the situation was dangerous, and he cautiously allowed her approach. The roses, on the other hand, did not. Still biting at the unicorn's leg's (he let out a whinny of upset), several rosebuds fell at the hand of Ashe's thin-bladed sword. However, there were more of them than there were of unicorn and assassin. Hissing displeasure, the crawling, thorny vines would begin to tighten around the unicorn's legs whilst others went for Ashe. The remaining roses rounded on her, snapping their teeth and lunging for her exposed flesh. If they could sneer back at her, they would have done. Random Event