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Forest

Now that she's up close there's nothing to stop her from dashing to the trunk and stabbing it. Trees weren't exactly made for movement after all, so it's limbs lack any of those useful little things called "joints" that would allow it to to reach inwards and grab her.

So that's another tree down.

Still a few more left, but the Treant has seen enough. With a great creaking of timber it tears itself fully from the earth, roots intertwining into stocky legs, boughs and limbs into four great arms. It's outer shell of bark shifts as well to form armor, those aforementioned tiny little markings on it's hide fitting together into runes as it does so.

It barks a single word in an ancient fey tongue and the runes flare briefly, bark turning the color and consistency of stone in preparation for battle.

[Forest]

Well. Not a Grovemind, then. Not that the Leannan has any clue what it is, but that's valuable information, sort of. And since it seems to be an entity instead, that should make somewhat less difficult, or at least difficult in different ways, to kill it.

So, using the splitting tree behind her, where the boundaries between hawthorn, tree, and air blur together, she tweens through the Hedge, reappearing a moment later in the uppermost branches of the treant, where the head would be on a human, holding a pair of half-empty wineskins, both with a lit fuse in them, which she drops into the bole of the treant, before, unless it can somehow stop her, tweening out again, this time into the limbs of one of the trees currently in the process of being torn apart.

The wineskins, meanwhile, should, after a few seconds, when the rather intense flame on the fuse reaches the alcohol fume/air mixture in each of them, explode, possibly doing some damage directly, though that's not terribly likely, and almost certainly sending burning wine (or, more precisely, burning spirits of wine, which is rather more concentrated, and thus burns better) all over the treant.