Thread:Jona19992/@comment-27989107-20180509052614/@comment-5647250-20181003133530

Gnome: (he tries to trap Ironwoods legs in mud)

Black Annis: This is why I used the oak! Ironwood's predecessor was drowned by the mud...(her eyes seem to pierce through Gnome.) So I sought to make up for his weakness.

Gnome: That's...impossible, there's no way you could get that dragon's blood.

Black Annis: But I have. Tremble before Ironwood, birthed of my sacred tree and the blood of the ancient dragon, Blue Ben...(she frowns, muttering) My sacred tree? What am I saying... (she clears her throat) Ironwood, take us away!

(Ironwood's roots easily drain nutrients and water from the mud, its body growing a fraction larger as it moves forward, slowly gaining power over Bluehorn.)

Gnome: (gritting his teeth he tries turning the mud to stone)

Ironwood: (his roots continue to grow, quickly cracking and shattering the stone with the sheer power of nature as he starts to simply run over Bluehorn)

Janus: (he would see Famine swallow the shadow beast; he looks at Jill Melt with concern) What just happened?