[color=1a7b30][h2]Rezello[/h2][/color]
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The burst of lightning magic proved effective, stunning the creatures long enough for the mercenary at Rezello’s side to lop off the head of the nearest of the three. The combined effort of his allies quickly dispatched the remaining foes, a combination of magic and steel carving through cursed flesh. Now all that remained was the draconic beast that stood ahead of them. From the horse that was rapidly disappearing into its maw, it was clear that if they fled and it gave chase, there would be little chance of escape. Whatever course of action the various members of their group may have been considering, the situation took a definitive turn when the dragon began to speak, revealing an unexpected intelligence. Which, of course, made it all the more dangerous.

After Vesemir stepped forward to speak to the dragon, it launched into a brief monologue, and though its words were both mocking and threatening in tone, it seemed as if their contractor’s words managed to convince it to leave in peace, as much as leaving behind a barrier of poisonous mist instead of attacking them directly could be considered “peaceful”. Then two of the nearby trees began to move. Twisted roots tore from the earth as thick trunks warped into wooden torsos, limbs that might have once carried fruit now bent into clawed arms. For the moment one merely stood and watched as the other gained its bearings, but it was clear that a fight would soon be upon them.

While Fia charged her lightning-spell, Rezello shifted his spadone into a half-sword grip, the weapon becoming engulfed in silver light as it was replaced with his pollaxe; a far cry from a proper lumber axe, but still more suited for chopping wood than any sword. While the treents were still readying themselves, he scanned their forms, looking for anything that might indicate a weak spot or other such vulnerability - especially in the areas that the arcane storm their sorceress had just unleashed might have struck.