Eve narrowed her eyes at Ivy, blinking away salty tears, part of her awash with the feeling of betrayal, the other part, simply afraid. The warm sensation, the tingling that ran through her body, started at her toes, running up her legs, instantaneously travelling up her spine, finding it’s way all the way to her fingertips.
Her mitochondria within the plants sensed this, tried to get away, but failed, Ivy’s determined orders making it a little hard, without Eves stimuli to take over and stop itself. Eve was left with one option.
Within several feet of her, she caught the plant in her cellular vicinity, the signals of neoteny allowing the mitochondria to deconstruct the cell around it turning the once vibrant weapon into nothing more than orange liquid, crystal waves pooling out over the floor. In the moments pause she thought she had, Eve made a beeline for the exit door.