The arrival of the rather sickly looking human caused Crann to work her mouth a bit clicking her wooden teeth together a bit. “I see.. Too bad you will never realize what you seek.” She took a step forward planting her staff into the ground and holding out a hand. “I give you this one last chance to leave.” It was a bluff. She knew he wouldn’t leave, and she did not plan to try and make peace with this man who spread disease wherever he went. As her hand was extended the owl on her body had moved up to her forearm. It suddenly shot into existence from her outstretched palm, the large barn swooping upwards and down towards the man’s face talons outstretched for his eyes as it sought to distracted him. Just as this was happening Bryan began stomping forward his branches flailing about seeking to scoop up the man with one of them and  tear him to pieces.

Crann began stepping backwards and raised her hand looking back at Jimmory. “Kill him! Shoot him with your arrows!” She yelled as her head turned back towards the Blighted being hoping to see him destroyed by the onslaught that was now heading his way. She was afraid though, afraid for Bryan, afraid for Castiel. She was afraid that they would be killed or diseased by this being, but most of all she was afraid that if she failed to destroy him that they would all die, and so would all the forests. The very world could be distressed.