More silence and a lot less vegetation made their way to her. It almost seemed like that Rarity was the only being in that part of the woods. All of the trees slowly went under a transformation from what she could see. From their brown barks and trunks they went to scorched black. The ever so natural curving branches were straightened out and bold of their leaves. And at the end of them there were sharp tips ready to skewer any unwilling victim which were helped with or without magic.