He stood very slowly, his eyes watched her suspiciously. Something odd was going on, so far Ivy had relied solely on plants for her attacks, not anything new, but she was treating the plants as weapons, and not an extension of herself.
Either way, the plant she held looked different, and it seemed unlikely that she would continue to resort to strangler vines after that had failed twice. He slipped a small vial of a fast acting epoxy foam from his belt. If he could hit her hand just right he could prevent her from throwing it.
The muscles in his legs tightened like coiled springs and he leapt from the desk toward where she was, landing nearby and grabbing the wrist holding the pod.