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Detecting her as she evaded, her movement taking her below the forest canopy, Timore's blade continued downwards back towards him. With a flick of his wrist he allowed entered the blade into a spin end over end and then he swung his arm diagonally downwards. The blade spun between trees, the line of energy getting caught and tied as he continued to alter the weapon's trajectory. Then he noted her weaving essence and he grinned, crouching in an instant, and placing his foot on the string of energy, connecting it. He turned and dashed at the tree he'd sent essence into and ran right up it, using the essence in it to allow him to adhere to its surface, and using the essence around him to amplify his physical strength and speed somewhat. IT wasn't something he could keep up, but it was useful in short bursts. In this way he ran up the tree trunk to the first set of branches, spun and intentionally slipped back and downwards, fingers splayed and new energy wires formed as the eagle flew at him. If it had followed him, the eagle would narrowly miss as his body slipped behind the tree, finding itself flying either around the tree, or through the V shaped divergence of branches.

As he had slipped backwards he'd flung his arms out, sending wires of energy outwards, their strength all amplified by his continued humming.

He adhered himself to the tree once more, a hand and his feet "stuck," to its surface so long as he did so. He could maintain that much better than he could running up it. It was the movement and physical amplification that was difficult on him.

Metentis slithered around his arm, downwards, its head and neck nestling into his hand and hardening. He brought the weapon up with his free hand, ready to use it. Threads of energy were weaved around it, and energy was channeled through it as it had been since he'd started humming. The glow in the fragment's eyes had brightened to a fierce glow and Timore's eyes glowed more noticeably. His tongue continued clicking and his humming shifted slightly, weaving patterns in the essence surrounding him.

He figured the eagle would be circling back around, and he'd be ready when it did.