[ While the puppet is certainly not capable of defending itself against someone like Sephiroth, the puppet raises one of its hands, and one of its fingers elongates into a long, spindling tree root. It burrows through the wood-paneling of the dilapidated building, through the ground, and over towards Sephiroth. The root would evolve into a single vine, bearing a few grapes. An offering of peace, of sorts, from the puppet, by will of its creator. ]
[action]