"It's Elvish treachery I'm telling you!" Gunir implored, waving his axe around as his brother limped over to him, reloading his blunderbuss with typical Dwarfish practicality. Cyrdic's broadsword blade was stained, having seen better days. It was made for cutting flesh, not chopping wood. He turned stepped up to stand by Camilla, the firebrand she wielded illuminated her naked body, which caused him to flush. He wanted to cover her for protection and an odd sense of modesty, but now wasn't the time. Usually he had the typical bullheaded Ostlander focus, but love made things strange. The creaking of the animated trees brought his attention back to the battle at hand. 

"If Elves do stuff like this, no wonder you hate them." Cyrdic remarked. 

"See? The manling gets it!" Gunir said. 

It was then the saplings unleashed their fury. They moved with strange, heavy movements. Cyrdic thought them like men wearing weighted boots and corsets even Camilla would cringe to wear, restricted at the center and swaying in odd ways. It made them hard to predict, which Cyrdic found the hard way when a branch nearly slit his throat. Raising his forearm just in time, he cut through the thin appendage and stabbed into the trunk hard, causing the monster to wheeze a hiss from its gaping mouth just when Camilla set the top of its 'head' on fire from her brand. Meanwhile the two Dwarfs seemed all too happy to hack and chop and shoot three of the trees that attempted to pummel the brothers. As one might guess, rock is harder than wood and the Dawi came out the tougher. 

Cyrdic backstepped after taking a nasty cut to the shoulder, eyes falling on an oil lamp just to his left. Quickly he slammed his sword into it, oil spilling on his blade which caused a flame to roar to life. Needless to say his counter sheared through the sapling with more damage than before, setting it alight to screech. With his powerful leg, he stamped his foot on it and sent it on its back, stabbing the fiery sword deeper into it until it was fully illuminated. Camilla had already done the same to the last of the six trees, having danced around its swinging branches like the dancer she had once been. 

"Damned bewitched kindling!" A Dwarf cursed. 

"Ceedric! You' shouder!" Camilla called with her full accent, putting the brand down and pressing on the wound of his shoulder. He was glad for the attention, but they weren't out of the fight yet. 

"Get dressed, we need to move. Everyone else could be dead." He told her, and kissed her on the lips for good measure.