The moments ticked away as Adinraen held the decapitated head aloft, letting the blood drip down. Statuesque in his stance, the Demon Elf could have held the stance for what would seem like eternity. 

Finally, however, a man holding what seemed like a bow exited the tower opposite him. Even from this distance, he could see the effect the dismembered head of Xumum had on his assassin. Adinraen tilted his head to the right, and cast a mocking smile - what effect, mentally, would it have over the course of the attempt? Would it cause the man to be hasty, for surely the company was not so hateful. Would he make mistakes? Or would he be distant, cold, and uncaring. 

Observing the man they had sent second, his eyes turned towards the bow he held. This man, he surmised, was predominantly an archer and therefore a ranged fighter. There were ways to deal with such people, and that was at their own game. 

Alas, from atop the tower he had nary any access to the nature below him in which to retrieve his deadly bow. It mattered little, in hindsight, as there was no chance he wouldn't be able to reach the ground and pull free his wretched weapon of death. 

Casting a sidelong look at the severed head, and then pulling his eyes back to his unnamed adversary, Adinraen elected to begin their dance. His energies began to seep from him to the ground. Already his dominance was taking hold, but he could not yet make use of it. With a forest, perhaps, but this was not what he was accustomed to - no - a mountain was different, but not the polar opposite, like say Fire. He would need a few more moments. 

Almost at the drop of a hat, he ducked back into the tower and hustled down the steps to the ruin below. A glance back, and the glass that wasn't glass, revealed that his opponent were now a shimmering green mass of life. Such strange properties, both advantageous and disadvantageous. He quickly withdrew one of his Bone Blades. 

Two heads would be a quite nice addition to his infamous necklace of skulls.