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Ceres' intent was to waltz through the South American jungle, bolstering it as he went, before finally closing in on the filthy cities of humanity, leaving even nature itself cruel and unforgiving to their survival. He knew that if his jailor's ungodly equipment was able to contain him yet failed, the massive structures humans built would become little more than colossal stone coffins once he arrived, with the full force of nature at his command. Perhaps he'd raze the city overnight. Or maybe he'd cause overgrowth over several days, slowly choking out their infrastructure until he could destroy it with a practical flick of the finger.

Yet hardly any plans ever completely play to fruition; That was his initial thought when the arrival of another Titan had appeared not by sight, but by the loud screech he felt could even fracture his bark were it any higher, which elicited a response of dozens, hundreds, [i]thousands[/i] of lesser cries. Soon enough he spotted them-- Camazots, the Mother of Bats. Her call had summoned a legion of her children to join her in flight, before descending upon the Lord of Nature, clawing and biting at him. 

For a moment, that seemed like it would've been all it would take to fell the floral Titan. He desperately tried swatting around itself, but for every single one it knocked out five more were biting and pecking in between the cracks of his bark, like a swarm of army ants devouring a lion. Cere's was eventually forced to his knees--

Which again, wasn't much of a sign of weakness from the Wood Titan.

As he knelt, his feet had extended into the dirt, creating several shorter wooden tendrils that had erupted from the earth, managing to form a secure makeshift dome of armor over Ceres as they crouched down low, crushing bats that were too slow to move and forcing the others to retreat from him. Meanwhile, he sent forth another four, longer tendrils, that swung around and swatted at the swarm as they tried to harass the Lord of Nature. 

While he managed to defend himself from the swarm that harassed and wore down at him, he was forced into a defensive rut-- Practically grounded, wrapped under several tendrils in order to shield himself, with only four tendrils to prevent Camazots' swarm from [s]bullying[/s] attacking him further. Meanwhile Camazots herself was hardly even scratched, flying circles around Ceres as her children backed him into a corner. Yet through a small crack in the dome, Camazots could faintly see one of his uncanny, plantlike eyes, glaring directly at her.