Death is easy

Scourge, the evil potato, was definitely not happy being attacked. It made sense, who would? But to have the guts to attack the Sovereign turtle? Lex wanted to whistle. Come to think of it, had he ever seen the turtle get attacked before? Surely during one of the many invasions of the Inn, it must have happened!

Oh well.

He watched as the potato vines tried to wrap around the turtle's legs, not that it cared.

"Oh dear, oh dear, how did you get so corrupted?" the turtle spoke to itself, and sniffed the ground.

Lex saw that the vines were trying to squeeze the turtle's legs, to no avail. It grew thorns dripping with some kind of poison, but they could not harm the turtle whatsoever. It was quite pitiful to watch, actually.