Priscilla dove to a solid patch of soil to avoid a solid slam of one of the ent's burning limbs. It was mad, enraged and panicked by the flames, but it was also very slow and still made of wood. She rose quickly, placing her shield upon the solid ground to take to her bastard sword, Verschlinger, with two hands. The hilt was tattered and rough, just how she liked it. She watched the flames dance for a moment, seeing their rich orange colour and feeling the energies within them as her face felt the flush of heat rushing from them. The ent was in place, but only for a moment. With a great inhale, some of the flames from its arm seemed to jump to her, entering through her eyes and mouth, rushing down through her throat to her stomach. The warm orange glow quickly changed, the warmth being traded for the feeling of smoke and mist as it changed from orange to grey.

With a great bellow, she leapt at the creature's stationary, lowered arm and brought her blade down as the energies she had consumed rushed into it. From her blade came a loud, howling buzz, and the blade sizzled into and through the oaken flesh of the ent, sawing its arm straight off. Priscilla backed off with a grunt and a sudden cough, which was quickly followed by a dry heave as the energies backlashed and made her stomach feel like a den of wasps caught in molasses. She wiped her mouth of spittle and looked to the others, "Dark magicks power this beast! Be wary!"