His awareness of the surrounding area blurred into an uncertain fog. Actively growing new trees and adding to the existing fauna, Hu'natu sighed a tired yawn as his arms reached out for what precious sun beams he could catch. His younger wooden cousins were also catching the rays with their leaves, extending like gentle hands for the sun's generous offerings. As the old tree rested and regained his strength, the Jotun was quick on the move towards the wall through means unknown to the Wo'dan. As the large warrior climbed his way towards the wall while skidding across the rotating platform, small whispers could be heard throughout the arena from a bodiless origin.
"Il' lumos di'gai"
"The light comes"
"Il' fur'luthi lo'nas toss"
"The growth will claim"
"Di' kars'..."
"This place..."
The gentle whispers were of the language of the wood, chanting in hopes of cultivating this desolate stone. It was the young cousins of the old tree whom were whispering, and since the trees had no throat their message was carried through the whistling breeze that tickled their limbs... carrying their intent through the chimes of nature. The message was originated from Hu'natu's intentions to stop the unnatural spinning of the platform which continued to speed with potentially lethal resolve. The idea of using the trees above the pit for extra energy made its way to Hu'natu's ears, yet the old tree knew not of the trees above since his mind's eye could not see that far up. Nor could the Wo'dan project his control far enough to make any use of the wild-life above, though granted it would have provided him with enough energy to complete his task.
Hoping the Jotun had released a few of the vines still latched to the wall, Hu'natu began to revitalize his senses. The dim fog of uncertainty was being lifted from his vision as the pit was soon becoming more clear with all of its detail. The trees, the vines, the stone, the walls, everything was now clear as day to the old tree, even Tal'set whom was clutching the wall as the floor spun with maddening speed. The vines were skipping across the floor, spiralling towards Hu'natu's central position as he focused all of his energy.
The oak-shaft skin of the Wo'dan began to emit a dim glow, turning slowly into a bright luminous blue colour. This was due to a result of over-exerting his control of the surrounding fauna as the blue glow was in truth the blood of the Wo'dan. The young trees hummed with energy, ready to project Hu'natu's control to the vines and held it until the Jotun had enough time to work some of the stubborn plants from the clutches of the wall.
It was held for a minute, then could hold it no longer...
The vines sprang with sudden vigour like limbs of a violent squid. The first task was the evenly disperse the vines since having all in one place would prove ineffective in halting the rotating floor. The plants whipped and tangled, edging their way across the entire arena till they were exactly where the Wo'dan wanted them to be. As dangerous this was going to be for Hu'natu, it would be equally risky for Tal'set as well since he had to dance his way across the many tangling vines without touching the ground, otherwise he would just have to keep hold of the wall.
And the whispers still sang;
"Il' lumos di'gai"
"The light comes"
"Il' fur'luthi lo'nas toss"
"The growth will claim"
"Di' kars'..."
"This place..."
With much ferocity the vines drove themselves into the stone and crunched the ground with intense impact. He made sure to secure the vines closest to the centre first since attaching vines to the very edge will simply snap. The plants flew towards the Wo'dan and wrapped themselves around his torso, legs, and arms. If the platform did not stop in a certain time, he would be crushed from the rotating motion, making the vines slowly wrap and crush the old tree. The younger trees provided a strong foundation for other vines to wrap around.
Digging deep into the stone the thick wild plants clutched the spinning platform, stretching the vines to the limit of their capacity. Wo'dan provided some slow growth, allowing for some stretching to avoid snapping any of the supports, but some vines began to snap regardless.
The ground was slowing... yet now this was providing enormous stress on the vines. The extra growth helped enormously to slow the ground, but now the vines were getting tangled, twisting centrally to provide extra pull on both the walls and the ground. Parts of the ground soon began to crumble as cracks trickled across the floor. With a sudden thunderous force, much of the ground was ripped from its foundations. The Wo'dan redirected the freed vines back into the platform to maintain his grip on the floor. The ground was crumbling, yet the platform showed no sign in relenting its forceful strain on Hu'natu's many new limbs.
It was not long until the ground was brought to a complete halt, but the battle was still not won. It was an enormous and deadly game of tug-of-war, pulling against the entire arena. Seconds felt like hours as the strain was slowly crushing the Wo'dan's body. The remaining energy was sent to solidify the vines, adding a constructed thickness to their skin making them much stronger and more resilient to the pull of the arena.
Every bit of the Wo'dan's energy was thrown into his attempt to revitalize nature. It was crushing him, and it will continue to crush him unless he could stop the platform completely... Regardless if this killed him or not, the Wo'dan was untroubled. He would die doing what he felt necessary... he would die by championing nature above all else.
((It's up to the Judges to see if Hu'natu survives))
((Awesome first fight/Roleplay! Can't wait to read Imp's final post))
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