That alien was agile, she would give him that, and the Witch watched with some small level of fascination while the male dodged the mole's attacks. She could have simply left him there fighting, but despite her caustic words and trolling attempts, Cybele had grudgingly found herself wanting to protect these inept idiots.

So as the mole went to try and make a meal out of Zeratul, the Witch chanted softly beneath her breath moments before a horde of vines whipped up from beneath and around the madness crazed creature and began ensnaring it within its tight embrace.

At that same time, two lions appeared by her side, roaring ferociously, before starting at a run in towards the trapped mole. While it would have been easier to simply use her flame, the Witch knew that doing so ran the risk of injuring that alien fool up ahead.