Tripping over his own feet he landed on his knees but quickly got back to his feet, roots were shooting up around his ankles not allowing him to pass more than a few feet without stumbling on the dew wet ground.<br/><br/>Passing by a fire still scarred with embers and hot black coals. His mind started to form a loose fitting plan, trees plus fire equal very anger pixies. He had passed his chance, he would have to turn around and try his plan out then. He went to make a u-turn back into the camp, and a group of pixies who were chasing him rammed into his face like cars unable to stop in a traffic jam.<br/><br/>He swatted one in the face and ran past the disoriented little balls of light. As he passed the group of them he even dug his claws into the bark off the tree, he hadn't cast a spell or mouthed words to make his bones stronger and the pull of bark and tearing away of the tree's skin made it feel like his fingers were being pulled out of socket.<br/><br/>Looking like a teacher dragging his finger nails across a chalkboard he took chucks of wood and bark from trees along his path as he ran back towards the fire.<br/><br/>He and Razor had run into pixies before, he couldn't remember if they had been in these woods or another, but they had done something similar, one of the Ramen who had been with Foran at the time told him about fire and how to sting trees, he said it would get their attention, whatever good that would do. Foran could hardly remember if it worked or not, nor did he care, he just wanted to try.<br/><br/>As he passed by the fire he threw sparks of embers into the air bringing the dieing fire back to life and burning near by leaves with the revived embers now flying through the air.<br/><br/>He stuck his claws into the fire for as long as he dared without roots getting at his feet, and he looked at the now red hot points.<br/><br/>Making it count he dug the red hot pokers swiftly into the thorns holding up the male being held by roots, he would have to remember his name, he really had no idea about anyone besides Razor.<br/><br/>His claw was stuck now, he pulled back and felt his smallest finger snap with the effort. He started to sweat and squirmed nearly breaking a few more fingers. He pulled off the glove leaving it in the trunk of the roots and rolled  to the ground only just getting his ankle out of a root that was about to enclose around it<br/><br/>He looked back wondering if what he did had any affect, he was trapped now, lying on the ground his back plastered with mud he hoped maybe he had done something to distract or weaken the pixies. He hoped anything would happen.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>