((do whatever you want to/with the plants!))
Ivy dropped her seductive tone and replaced it with a far more cold and serious one. The pherimones obviously hadn't worked. Damn.
"I'm not your sweetheart, lover."
The plants attacked, biting and thrashing wildly while growing thorns and tendrils in every which direction. They were a truly unique hybrid, that while completely destructable, would also regenerate themselves and attack over and over again until they ran out of the blood energy they had fed from by the people below. It would be, she hoped, a decent fight. A good run for a first experiment, at any rate.