Patrice lets out a sharp yelp as he's grabbed, his body shot through with adrenaline. Similar to Eddy, he figures the narrowness of the passage way can be used to his advantage - he kicks up his legs, trying to brace himself between the two walls with shoulders and feet (he's tall enough, right? this has to work, right? what is he going to do if this doesn't work?) to prevent himself from being pulled up any further. Quickly, he's twisting his hand, fingers splayed, pulling his arm towards his chest as he tries to slip from the vine's grasp, and his free hand aims a punch at the stretch of vine just above his wrist. It won't be too effective given his precarious position, but he doesn't have a lot of options.