The deathly cougar snarled and snapped, its voice rattley and foul as fangs the length of Crann's palm darted for her face again and again. Its mouth was slimy, its breath rotten. It was only the angle of her staff across her chest that spoiled the puma's aim and its decaying mouth came away only with clumps of viney growth torn roughly from her head.

It didn't seem to notice that there was something growing out of Crann's back, insubstantial at first but resolving into something solid and threatening. It also didn't notice when the first turquoise-fletched arrow zipped through the air with a faint 'thwp!' and buried deep into its flank.

The undead mountain lion did notice when a second arrow struck it in the side of the head, and black blood began to ooze slowly from the wound. It jumped off of Crann to reposition itself, snarling and yowling.

Face to face with the monster and busy summoning her own, Crann would not notice the growing feeling of loathsomeness approaching from the same direction that the cougar had, but Jimmory, thinking he was safe up in the crotch of a tree and taking pot shots at the big cat, trembled as dread slid like icy fingers down his spine.

[color=f7976a]"Come on Bryan, throttle that thing!"[/color] He cheered the plant-beast on, his voice high and squeaky.