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A horrific smell made its way into Ethelred's helmet and into his nostrils as he heard Lugh's protests.  He glanced back just long enough to see the poor Tuatha near Luana, who had taken the form of a skunk.

[color=6ecff6][i]Poor Lugh, I hope that they have a magical way to get that smell out.[/i][/color]  Luana was probably trying to help counteract the tree's strange scent, but why didn't she just spray the tree instead, he wondered.

He didn't have time to think too much about it- the much more pressing matter was that the tree seemed to cease as the trunk finally cracked.  Once it did, however, the tree began to move again.  A large mass of branches came towards Ethelred, compelling the Frozen Knight to withdraw his lance from the widened crack and attempt to move away from the attack- assuming the frozen roots around him did not maintain their hold.

It was curious, perhaps perplexing when Ethelred saw the tree seemingly trying to [i]widen[/i] its crack.  Nothing could prepare him, however, for the sign of the tree trying to move away, seemingly in an attempt to escape its attackers.

Normally the Frozen Knight didn't like to chase down fleeing enemies.  But regardless of whether it was an Unseelie or simply something twisted by their curses, this tree was a threat to the good people of Albion, and it needed to be stopped before it could place its roots down elsewhere and consume more people.  Assuming he escaped the tree's grip, he would pursue the tree and attempt to drive his lance into one of its roots in an attempt to stake it into the ground.  Regardless of his situation, he would convey what was likely a rather pointless ultimatum, and one that'd probably appear rather silly to everyone involved.

[color=6ecff6]"You've taken your last innocent life, tree!  If there's any intelligence in that trunk, you'd better surrender else we'll cut you down!"[/color]

[@BrokenPromise][@Rune_Alchemist]