[color=c4df9b][b]Eska[/b][/color][hr]

Without warning, a blade flashed towards her face, an assailant unperceived in her state. Surprised, she raised an arm, catching the sword on her wooden bracer, the blade leaving a thin scratch on the bark. Almost as quickly, the vine wrapped around her arm surged towards him, its iron grip leaving them unable to pull their arm back, immobilizing them completely as it wrapped around their entire body.

[color=f7976a]"Yo-"[/color]

[color=c4df9b]"Shut up."[/color]

The vines pierced his flesh, sending tendrils boring into his skin, and through his bones, as it rooted into the ground, growing longer and larger, before she retracted a small part of the vines back onto her arm. Ignoring his screams piercing through the silence of the town, she raked an angry gash in his chest, before she finally spoke again, the dull anger rising up again.

[color=c4df9b]"Where is she?"[/color]

Eska didn't let up, the vines already boring through his bones growing slowly, fracturing what they grew through bit by bit. It didn't take long before he was sputtering out everything he had, literally and figuratively. So... these people here thought Eska and her kind as nothing more than mere animals, mindless beasts to be conquered and sold like livestocks. As base creatures meant only for slavery and entertainment. 

Perhaps... perhaps she should show them what it meant to war with an Emmerret. What it meant to slight a shaman of the land. To hell with the notion of killing only when needed. Sometimes, one has to burn the weeds, eradicate the pests, to make sure everyone prospered. And right now... these humans seemed like a pest she needed to eradicate.

Steeling her will again, she glared at the man, his body writhing unnaturally before the vines burst out his back, splaying open his ribs, stretching out his lungs like some sort of demented wings. Yet he was still alive, just barely. Leaving him behind to slowly bleed to death, if no carrion birds start eating him alive, she set upon the task of gathering what she could, and perhaps making it so no one of these people ever settle here again.