McCoy sputtered as the root began to curl more tightly, dropping the communicator as he tried to dig his hand into the root an pull it off, tried to pull it away enough to breath because hell if that didn't sound like a good idea. The root just got tighter, making his vision swim until a loud crack and the smell of burnt wood punctuated the root falling away.

McCoy gasped for breath, getting to his knees with his phaser still right in one hand. "Sulu!" He managed to croak. Right, Sulu, being eaten- god damnit he didn't sign up for this. He lifted his phaser and tried to aim for the... the mouth or whatever it was that was trying to make a lunch out of the ship's pilot, watching the plant shake violently when a hit landed.