The thick leaves she's grown between her and him take the impact of the bench, but she can feel the strain he's putting on the vines - it takes very little concentration to work out that he's just monstrously strong. 'Could fight Superman to a standstill' strong. And if this behemoth even has his own Kryptonite, she has no idea what it is.

The vines start to stretch and snap; she fills the air with a mixture of poisonous spores and pheromones in the hope of weakening or at least disorienting him, but she has little hope that it'll be enough.