The impudence of that thing! It dared to attack her! She backed away, leaning against a tree. Arethusa wasn't frightened; nothing ever fazed her except forest fires. The beast in front of her was not a forest fire. it would be so much easier to stop.
She fished in her pockets for a minute. "Damn!" she swore, wanting to stamp her foot. She didn't have any more briars, so there was no chance of giving the chimera a very thorny surprise. The packet of seeds that she took out turned out to be the dreaded poison oak. Opening the package, she hurled a handful of the seeds at the creature. Most of them missed, dropping right in front of her feet.
But that didn't matter. She fed her magic to the plants, forcing them to grow large in a short amount of time. Months of growth was compressed into seconds. The plants appeared slightly weak and flimsy, but they did have a very large amount of urashiol, the substance that caused rashes. "This is poison oak." she explained. "A little bit of it touching your skin can cause rashes. I wonder what trampling through a wall of them will do to your feet, hmm?" She leisurely reached into her pocket again, producing a package of sorghum. "You are a goat, are you not? Sorghum is very poisonous to goats..." She didn't like to kill with plants that had to be eaten first, but she would. After all, it would be a sacrifice for the greater good of all greens everywhere.
