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Iknika looks around, biting her lip. She doesn't want to make a mess, but... felling trees in a single blow!

"...maybe an old one that would fall down anyway?"
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"Hmm..." Eschelle muses on this, wandering further toward the trees with a thoughtful look on her face. She purses her lips as she looks from trunk to trunk. "Ah, here we go. Do keep your distance, Iknika."

The tree is old, perhaps, but Eschelle isn't exactly the best judge of such things. Concerns for the plant's age are cast aside as she squares up and takes a readied stance: feet spread apart at different angles, knees bent, one leg extended slightly to assist and react to the swing when it occurs. Her shoulders set, she hefts the maul, it's curved, hooked head casting a grim shadow on the grass...

She produces a haymaker swing, so powerful it throws one of her feet into the air (and a clod of dirt behind that). It seems almost mundane... at least before the air moves with her and space seems to contort as the hammer's head collides with the tree trunk. With a world shattering crack, louder than cannon fire, the tree's middle explodes, sending a shower of splinters in all directions. The hammer carries 'cleanly' through, though the shorn halves of the plant look like a thing ripped apart by the jaws of a mighty beast.

With a huge, profoundly melancholy sound and a series of cracks like the snapping of bones, the tree's upper half smashes to the ground. It shudders there a moment, leaves swaying and being tugged away.

Eschelle recovers, stands up straight, and plants the haft of her hammer against the grass. She takes a deep breath, and she feels a little sweat break out on her forehead. "Hh... there. What do you think?" She asks, looking at Iknika, appraising just as much from her appearance as she does the answer.