She, ah… Ivy ripped him apart. I helped. Of course I helped, this was the point that we were at. He was the bad guy, or at the very least bad to us, and he’d chosen not to run. Entirely failed too, and I knew that he was probably going to die if we stayed here, because if it was him or us it was definitely going to be us. She had been panicking fairly hard, and that lends itself to violence, I just didn’t think it would be so bad.
She brought the earth to life, vines were spinning up everywhere. So many that it made me nervous watching them grow, and I knew that I was safe. They were coated in thorns and rose up menacingly. The tree’s bent to her will, and the grass and plants covering the ground became as dangerous as any trap. I frosted it all with ice, because I figured that it would
