[b][color=598527]"I seek nothing...Everything I cared for is gone..."[/color][/b]

The man started to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by the swift shape of Castiel the owl. The brown and white bird of prey struck silently at the man's face, though he managed to through up his arm just in time to save himself from the wicked talons. The owl screeched, flapping wildly as the man tried to shake him off. His expression was one of mild annoyance, and he seemed to be muttering something under his breath.

[color=598527][b]"...all that is living shall meet with death. Everything I loved was torn from me. You too shall feel that agony...[i]Druid[/i]"[/b][/color]

Heedless of the barn owl's wicked beak, the man snatched at him, his bloodied fingers clutching clumps of feathers out of the bird's skin. His intent was calmly murderous, as though the Familiar was nothing more than chicken who needed to be wrung out by the neck.

Castiel was saved by Crann's other Familiar as Bryan came shuffling forward. The man clutched Castiel by the wing and ripped him from his arm, flinging the bird hard against a tree-trunk. There was a harsh [color=fdc68a]"Hoo-!"[/color] and a loud snap, and Castiel dropped to the ground and did not move. 

Crann would be able to feel that Castiel was grievously injured and no longer conscious, but not quite dead.

Turning to face the tendrils of the plant-creature, the man shoved his sleeves back to bare the skin of his forearms. [b][color=598527]"Even the mightiest oak will one day crumble into dust." [/color][/b]

The first tendril whipped close to the man's face. He reached for it and missed, but managed to catch the second as it struck low to ensnare his torso. A high-pitched shriek erupted from Bryan's mouth as a gruesome pain burned along the flexible branch. Loyal to Crann, he didn't stop his attack, but every tendril that struck the man seemed to immediately wither and begin to decay. Some crumbled dryly, some seemed to soften and bloat, becoming limp and useless.

[b][color=598527]"How does it feel to watch them die?"[/color][/b] The man's composure was slipping. His thin-lipped sneer had become a fierce grimace, his eyes almost manic with a sort of terrible anger or grief. What had happened to make him this way?

Jimmory did his best. He managed to fire only one arrow before his almond eyes caught sight of Castiel's feathery shape. The presence of the sleek raptor spoiled his shot until the man threw the Familiar aside. The faun gasped in despair, sure that the owl was dead. It was so sudden! So cruel! 

Spurred on by the injustice, Jimmory slid down to the ground, firing arrow after arrow at the plague-man. Many of them went wide, thudding harmlessly into the dirt, but one, two, then three managed to find their mark. One in the bicep and two in the thigh. Other than a grunt, he didn't seem to notice, too busy trying to poison Bryan with his touch before the shambling vine-beast could get him in a good grip.