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As opposed to a single man standing across the center of the arena from Ebby there would be a giant built of living wood. The monolith was at least twenty feet in height and seemed to have no joints at which to bend, moving in wahtever direction fancied the being within. Emerald flames danced about the three fingered claws of the great armor of the Gaea's Embrace, hiding Qwy within, sheilding and armoring him from attacks that were certain to be made in the span of the fight.

Qwy seemed to waste no time getting started, which seemed to ring true for his opponent as well. The flames that burst from the grass at the presense of the mecha began to rage, growing from mere embers to a conflagration that quickly enveloped the entire arena. The fog would quickly burn away and leave a fine powder in the air as the flames turned a deep emerald. The ground trembled as the monolith began to move, a nimbus of verdant flame coursing through the armor as it aimed to simply cross the negligable expanse between them and body slam the mecha. The two were only thirty feet away from one another and between an incredible burst of speed usually not available to the Embrace and its own reach crossing the distancecame as a flash of lightning. While it was true that the mecha could fire in that brief moment, Qwy's monolith was not one to bend to most ordinance, not even plasma weapons.

Small pops filled the air as the plasma surged through the fine powder that was now raining down upon the arena. Like small pinecones the intense heat of the plasma based attack did not incinerate the poder but instead caused it to 'bloom,' for lack of a better word. In the attack's wake a quickly growing line of what seemed to be flame colored roses would be sprouting in the air. The plasma attack would hit the embrace dead on, which was not surprising given the monolith's bulk. Instead of destroying it, however, the superheated plasma would wash over the bark and cause the flames to surge into a column of Greenfire that reached high into the heavens. Even the air would begin to burn in a most unnatural way, giving way to a pillar of wood and bark that spanned thirty feet in diameter with a height of at least one hundred feet, easily, likely more. Qwy and the Embrace were nestled within the new 'tree,' protected momentarily, so it seemed.

The great tree began to sway, the bark creaking as it started to bend and twist to the powerful will that now controlled it from within. Living wood began to spay out in all directions, long spines of wood extending like feelers to the extent of the arena, unless otherwise hindered. The same green flame began to lick up the sides of the tree as the dust in the air began to swirl and the flame colored roses fell to the ground.

The feelers began to extend towards the armor, the only precursor to what would happen next. The entire upper mass of the tree would begin to flow, twisting to make a 180 and slam its upper limits down on the armor. The greenfire would ensure that any flame it came in contact with was quickly coverted or dispelled. The druidic magic within would act as a sort of catalyst to corrosive acts placed upon metal surfaces. The spiked mass fell with the intent of pulverising the figure.

As the Balroth moved the spores in the air would attempt to cling to the suit, heat and flame causing the seeds to burst open and begin a rampant growth pattern. Even if they could not force their way into any cracks or seams, wrapping around the mechanical suit to entangle it was not a poor goal. Any heat and flame applied would only exponentially increase the rate of growth, and they seemed highly capable of regeneration. Furthermore, the spikes that nor radiated from the base of the tree would make movement incredibly difficult, and would continuously alert Qwy to his opponent's location. Crashing into the trunk of the tree would force its roots, limited though they may be, to rip from the ground. The entire organic construct would tilt for a moment before simply lifting 'round the other way. Inside Qwy could be assumed to be upside down as the end that had sought to crush the mechanical suit sent roots through the ground at an incredible rate. As one last spite the same druidic magic that had sought to corrupt the suit before would still find its way to the mechanical construct through its own voluntary contact.

The idea of the introduction of druidic magic into the frame of the Balroth was not to simply degrade metal this time around, but enforce the will of nature. While it was true that metal components would decay, for lack of a better all-encompassing term, the energy would also seize more natural and earthly components. The idea of grabbing anything bourne from nature and either turning it to useless mush or having it break apart the Balroth from the inside was fun, but likely limited in application due to limited contact.

That idea set aside for a moment, the rampant growth throughout the arena continued, the roses sprouting into pillar of Greenfire, which caused more seeds to pop and more roses to fall. The forst of spikes extending from tree expanded, reaching all the way along the massive trunk, their number only incresing throughout the arena. Streaks of blue light began to arc across the sunlit sky, their light cutting through that of the sun.