Tears welled down Anora's cheeks. Trees were not people, in most senses. Even if one could speak to them, they had very little to say, other then their opinion on the weather. But regardless, she held every last tree in the forest, close to her heart. Seeing it wither away, through out her reflection, felt as though she'd just been stabbed through the heart. Clenching her fists, she relized she still held the white bunny in her arms. There were no time to put it down, as every last moment was another one, the stranger could cause more damage.<br/>shielding the bunnies ears, she let out a bone shattering shriek, which echoed through out the forest. For a moment the entire forest quaked and shuddered. It was not much that could wake trees, and she preferred not to do so anyway. But she had little choice in the matter, her image, while strong, would most likely not hold up against such a opponent.<br/><br/>The ground quaked, and cracked before Klaid, as tree roots, rose from the ground. With speed unthinkable of anything of such scale, the trees charged towards their attacker, whipping their long, powerful tendrils against the attacker. She did not like to call the trees from their slumber, but at least now they stood a fighting chance. Few men or best could compete with a angered tree, and Klaid now faced many, indeed a entire forest of them.<br/><br/>The thick tendrils tried to coil around the mans limbs, seeking to disarm, and crush him, beneath their powerful roots.