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Originally Posted by ThirdEmperor
As she stalks through the woods seeking a worthy adversary, she'd best be on her guard. The hunters here come in all shapes and sizes. As she walks past a gnarled walnut tree, no different than any of the other's that grow within the forest, there's a slight stirring of the leaves, both those suspended in the canopy overhead and lying on the forest of floor.
A moment of stillness.
And then roots burst from the ground in an explosion of dirt and loam, seeking to wrap around the archer's feet and pull her to the ground.
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Unfortunately for the Treant, it just unwittingly created a liminal. And, to make matters worse for the plant-monster, it's one Spreagadh can use; as a Leannan Sidhe, she's capable of tweening through The Space Between, the slight point of uncertainty about where Treant stops and ground starts being a perfect example of such a thing.
That done, and her now at a fair distance, she nocks an arrow, ready to let fly at whatever was responsible for the odd behavior of the tree as soon as she can tell what that is.