There is some satisfaction in being able to hit the thing. Choosing to ignore the rants of a madman for now. It's not like he cares what kind of excuses they are going to give for why they are doing this. He manages to slice through the tendril that was going for his feet but he misjudged the one aiming for his neck.

He feels it wrap around and he reaches up to grip it with his hand. "You probably should rethink fighting against a sword with a vine."

He swings the sword up to try and cut himself free from the thing gripping him.