<strong>Diadra Starborn</strong><br/><br/>The elf scowled for a moment, then blinked as she looked back to the angel and then smiled slightly. "Really?  That...could be useful yet."<br/><br/>Turning back to the succubus, the young redhead concentrated hard.  And a few instants later rosebushes sprung from the ground, thick, wiry and covered with thorns.  They surrounded the succubus, wrapping around her and digging into her flesh if she struggled.  They grew thick and wildly, wrapping around each of her legs and arms, blossoming with blooms of deep crimson red.  In short order the succubus was all but entombed in a patch of flowers over fifty feet across and twenty high.  Smiling as she opened her eyes, Diadra nodded and turned to walk away from the patch, heading for a shimmering marble tower perhaps half a mile away. "Shall we go to where there isn't such...bad company, then?"