(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz359/Majere_Draven/Banner2.jpg)<br/><br/>Ezo stopped, he was going about this wrong. He was fighting her on her terms, his brute strength was useless, what this witch did not, could not understand. Was there was more to than his muscle behind his power. He began to murmur under his breath as he approached, the lifecycle of the forest began to repair around him. The blackened trees bloomed again, new sprigs of life began to shoot from the ground. He’d sped up the lifecycle. Healing the land around him. Her fire would not, indeed it could not spread<br/>“You poor creature… made of death and pain… people fear death but that is only because they underestimate the strength of life itself.” He raised hands in prayer, speeding the life of the forest along into regenerating, taking a holy symbol from around his neck, it was like dawn crashed upon the forest in a beautiful flourishing. It was as if life exploded outward from him in wave after wave of energy. “you too have your part to play in life…” there was the sound of her bones cracking as he approached, maggots began to appear and though they burned off when they emerged, inside they began to tear away at her, the flesh she held on to was being recycled into the forest’s web of life.<br/>The massive paladin continued walking towards her symbol in one hand, axe in the other, his healing aura would have made a living creature better, healthier, even more potent in bed. But it was rotting the undead woman breaking her down from the inside. “Your liberation is at hand you poor thing, accept it and go in peace…”<br/><br/>