Ah, a transformation. Or perhaps better still, unveiling a truer core of an impure shell. 

[i]Mulch[/i] could only internalize an eagerness in the face of this. A joy attosecond by the next. Again: boundaries and forms were concepts only. Matter touched and intersected one another on a constant basis Individual will was an illusion that served a greater whole, "fate" if one should be so coy as to deem it so. If there were greater heights to scale within this mighty warrior, ones that transcended the heavens and the stars higher into the zenith of [b]all[/b] - that was the most desirable outcome imaginable! 

For they would soon become one.

Fitting of a tree, this abomination rose amidst the miasma of this realm at a comfortable 43' in height from the bottom of its trunk's base point to its utmost branches - while the roots ebbed and flowed around 13' in all directions. As celestial stone saw itself annihilated by the bestial "knight's" destructive blast, one such root expanded rapidly. One could, for an instant, be forgiven if they thought it a forlorn hope in the form of an attempt at shielding from the mighty 'Qi.'

Instead, the true nature of this entity was revealed. It was not "flesh-like" bark.. it [b]was flesh.[/b] Hunger and assimilation were but half the process. *Separation* was the other. For what was fired out near point blank was a screaming, crying friar. 
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A once great monk of fame and heroism, a mighty jolly warrior with great strength and long list of exploits now emergency jettisoned as a flesh bulb external organ. Grown like a grotesque phallus an instant before it was ripped apart atom by atom. Its convulsing body sweating a mixture of blood tears and mucus membrane shedding, it was a tortured suppressed existence suddenly ripped from the neo-womb to the surface and forced to endure the might of the wonderful blade's emission. Its life, if one could even call it that, was offered as sacrifice and accepted within but a moment's notice. And then the story of the friar was no more.
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Its destruction heralded an internal detonation within the tree, blasting its main body aside to its left by a few dozen feet as several roots were disintegrated. Like a ballast organ within a sea organism pressuring it aside from the fangs of its prey. What was this unveiled nature? [color=ed1c24][b]Legion.[/b][/color] This realm. The "plant" [i]was[/i] this space's avatar, its condensed form, its will! The carpet was unfurled to welcome its newest compatriot, [b]Yang[/b], to replace the fallen he would no doubt prune from its body in this conflict. Oh! The vibrations within its tendrils intensified and sped up. [i]How wonderful[/i] to have His body soon!

More! [b]More![/b]
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