Valspan had settled into place after Spectra's explanation of the plan. He was quite excited for the battle. It was his second, of this life, but the first was rather disappointing. There hadn't even been any casualties! No matter what they said this time, he'd be keeping any meals he acquired. It didn't matter if everyone suddenly found friendship in the midst of battle, anything that entered his stomach today would stay there.<br/><br/>Just as he was having a pleasant thought of stuffing a terrified pirate into his maw, Seydon flew past him to land on his back in the sand. Valspan would lean over him, a little out of the situation and in his own head.<br/><br/>"When did you learn to fly? Are you a flying fish man now? No! A flying fish prince! Quite the titl-oh! Someone discovered us! That means I can eat them!" If anyone wanted to see the tree man move, now was the time to watch. His vines unraveled and climbed to the ceiling like snakes slithering through the air, a cracking sound could be heard from overhead as his vines buried themselves in the rock there and the tree bodily lifted himself higher to see where all the smoke and magic was coming from. He spun a little, until he focused on the  source of the ethereal flow of energy at the back of the room. He had no talent for magic, but had a perception of it's natural flow, and he knew this arcane display was originating from the back of the cave.<br/><br/>Valspan swung towards the sorceress, vines reaching out blindly through the smoke, trying to find her. He smelled her, he'd heard a female voice. Through the scent of burning and sea water, a sugary scent filled the air as his stomach ached to be filled.