[Keith ducked and rolled to the side, giving the head of the plant a good sharp whack with his stick. It didn't appreciate the resistance of its prey, and tried to snap at him again. Using the stick like a sword, Keith batted it off a few times before finally just shoving the large branch into the "mouth", jamming it open.
He backed away as it tried to dislodge the stick.]
We might want to keep moving.
[The stick creaked and groaned, close to snapping in half.]