[ One half of the plan done then. But Bel needs a moment of uninterrupted concentration to pull this off. Miles strides forward purposefully, rapping his knife hard against the catwalk railing to set it to vibrating. Sound and movement, that's what he needs to focus on. ]

Over here, you overgrown salad! If you can't take me, you certainly can't take them!

[ He waves his arms, slashes at the air - or any tendril that gets too close. It's a fine line between staying close enough to be distracting while also not so close he gets caught again. And the distracting is more important at this point.

Most of the tendrils tilt in Miles' direction. But a few curl toward Bel too, reaching to grab them by their feet and pull. ]