Fight:Chisel vs Grume

Summary: Grume is enjoying an evening meal in the forest when he is found by the feral for of Chisel! His meal plans are ruined as the crazed Chisel attacks, and Grume must fight for his life!

Ancient Forest

Chisel :: The forest was her witness... this creature appeared before her and tried to attack her.. or did it? She doesn't recall.. she doesn't care. it was a startled buck.. it 'was'. The corrupted dryad was evicted out of Larket and had to roam once again, finding herself in the ancient forest.. Hopefully her friends heed her, she asked them to stay away. But there is no point of knowing now till the next morning. The buck attacked her out of fear... that was minutes ago, its headless corpse now lies few feet away from her, its body mutilated with ax woods and its innards littering the once green grass. The doll continues to walk aimlessly.. dragging along the buck's head across the grass and leaving a trail for other to find. She was laughing and yet her mouth does not move. Hidden in the darkness as the voice of her childish laughter fills the air, luring more prey to her direction. Her feet would not even touch the ground as vines connected on her back keeps her bound on tall tree branches, Hovering as she saw her next victim, Something far larger.. she doesn't mind.. she doesn't care. She was too insane to even bother thinking. She would have not found him if he had not have that small fire pit to cook his meal roaring in the middle of the dark forest. The sound of wood as it breaks and reconnect all together was sickening when her joints moves about, holding onto her bloodied weapon as she appeared with the mist, confronting the ogre. She drops her disembodied buck as trees around them sway and yet there is no wind. The sound of vines as it starts to reel her was audible as the Dryad charges toward the ogre right away, holding her weapon both hands for a full right swing as she aims for his neck. The vines pulls her around like a marionette to compensate for the man's size and height, allowing her to literally attack him even how small she is.

Grume licked his lips as he tore off another chunk of cooked deer leg. He chewed manfully, listening to the sounds of the crackling fire and the surrounding woodland. He swallowed and let out a content sigh before tearing off another large chunk, bits of melted fat sliding off and dribbling onto him. Tasty meat and a quiet night, all in all, the ogre was preatty content. He looked up from his meal mid bite, noticing something strange. Seemed like the trees were moving an awful lot, for such a calm knight. He put the thought out of his mind as he continued to tear into his meal...only to be interrupted by a strange wood-thing coming at him with an axe! Grume barely has time to grunt in surprise as he swiftly reaches down into the earth and scoops up a mound of dirt and gravel, flinging at the face of his oncoming attacker!

Chisel 's eyes are the forest, as long as he is within the land, she'll see him even if he have her eyes covered with dirt.Then again the amount of the dirt can factor between a dirty dueling trick or a catapult projectile in which struck her square in the face. She did not even block, in this form she never really cared about her own safety. Snapping her neck backwards and dislocating her head from its socket, the main vine that connects her body to her head is still there, hanging wide open. It also disrupted her trajectory towards the man's neck. With his hand outstretched to throw his dirt and the vines compensating for the ogre's disturbance to her path, the dryad soon lowered her weapon, hoping to drag the ax' blade across his arm as she would soon land onto it and try to run up to his limb and attempt another shot on his neck. Vines were growing out of her severed neck and trying to pull the body part back in place, a horrendous sight for the with a weak stomach.

Grume roared in pain as the axeblade bit into his leathery hide. Though not a deep wound, it was still enough to draw blood. "No one makes me bleed my own blood!" He roared, his deep voice booming into the night. His beady eyes narrowed as he watched vines pull the tree-things head back towards it's neck, confusion evident on his face. He had seen many violent and brutal things in his life, many of them his own doing...yet he had never witnessed whatever strangeness this was. Growling in outrage he reached out with his long arm, blood dripping from the axe wound, for the vines attached to this tree-things back. He would use his great strength to break them and fling this crazed creature back into the forest like a sling!

Chisel was inches away from axing his neck when he snagged her vines out of the air, completely missing her second attack as the creature tears off the vines from the trees and used it to his advantage throwing her across the forest. She tried to disconnect with the vines but there was no time, with such powerful throw she landed on the ground causing her body to literally break apart. The wood and metal bracing did not hold as soon as she landed onto the ground, plowing through the earth before slamming against a tree. Visible wooden cracks upon her body as her lower section was thrown few feet away from her. His natural muscular strength amplified with the centrifugal force of the sling damaged her body greatly. In normal cases any person would have died in impact. In 'normal cases. The dryad was soon hovering once more. More angered than ever. Her legs can wait for now as even more vines connected onto her back, with damaged interior plant life hang underneath her as she held onto her weapon. "No one makes me bleed my own blood..." she says, repeating it again and again as she menacingly smiled and stared at him, her mouth would not open at all but voices exits her body. The voices within her changes its pitch from any age and gender till finally she perfectly mimics the ogre's voice. "No one makes me bleed my own blood." She suddenly stopped. Craning her head as she looked up to him with her blood shot eyes, still smiling before the vines violently reeled her in. There were far too many trees helping her right now, allowing her to move faster especially that her weight was decreased, thanks to the parts she lost. Pulling her around allowing her to change her path and trajectory at will. She no longer wants to aim for his neck. She wants him to suffer and she'll start by aiming straight for his calves, aiming to disable him. Allowing her to play with him a bit longer.

Grume's tusked maw dropped as he watched the crazed tree-thing not only get back up, but respond to him with the sound of his own voice! Grume had always been wary of magic, having witnessed shamans do strange and powerful things he could not begin to understand. Whatever this tree-thing was, some small part of his dull mind suspected this creature was magical. Too late to do anything about it though, as he felt a flash of pain on his calf and dropped to one knee, the ground shaking as his heavy weight crashed down. His eyes searched frantically, but the creature was smaller now, and faster, and he felt another flash of pain as he struggled to stand, preventing him from rising. He looked around in desperation..the forest itself seemed alive, and helping this crazed thing. He reached out with his other hand toward his campfire, howling in pain as his leathery skin burned as he grasped onto a lit branch. Another slice, another roar of pain as he looked around and flung his burning branch towards the largest set of trees with vines connecting to the creature. If he was going to die, he would take this creatures home with him!

Chisel was about to strike again as soon as the ogre fell down but as the forest around her started to burn, she looked around and panicked in the amount of fire around her. Giving the man a chance to escape, and probably hobble away, she uses her vines to wrap around the burning trees, she knows this doesn't exactly extinguishes the flames right away. But the sap upon the vines will suffocate the fire once it started dripping against the flames. Trying to control it she disconnects most from her back and contain the forest fire before it spreads too much.

Grume unsteadily rises to his feet, blood driping from his accumulated wounds, and lumbers off. He was in no mood to deal with the tree-thing any longer, and did not want to be in this forest anymore. "Time for a drink" He grumbled to himself as he made his escape..