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As Viera and Shiara met head on, Aza found herself pressing further away from the fight. The other two orderlings hadn't emerged, and neither had 'Marlowe.' Where any of them were was anyone's guess, but now that they were out of the cover of the trees there was little she could do in the way of hiding. 

Azarni's eyes darted around, scanning the edge of the trees, the surrounding swamp, and then down as she lifted a hand to stare into the dusky light created by the sun reflecting off of almost tangible waves of raw psionic energy that continued to dance around her. She had to do something. She could do something, if she could just retain control over herself, over her mind.

Her mind drifted back to the stone throwing incident. How all she'd had to do was think. To command it to stop. She took a deep breath and then let it out slowly, steadying herself but straining under the pressure and concentration it took to focus. They weren't far from the tree line and Shiara was facing them, she could manage this. She had to manage this.

Stretching out a hand, she reached for the forest.

[i]Seems like this forest is hazardous for one’s health.[/i]

Her head felt like it might explode and she used her other hand to clutch at the side of it, her face going an ill stark white as she fought to keep from passing out.

Pivoting, she jerked her hand back to her side and with that movement, a series of thunderous, ear-splitting cracks rang out across the boglands and back into the woods. All of them would hear it, and Viera would see it as three towering pines split around the entire base and then fell. Tipping slowly at first and then falling down toward the two that had been fighting. 

Half of her hoped Shiara would move in time. Distance was what they needed, and that's what she intended to achieve.