Sylph slowly moved, glancing at Arad with one eye. Her wounds started healing, the ruptured muscles grew back as wood fibers and vines, coiling and contorting to reform her shattered jaw and fix the holes covering her body.
"This is a draw." Sylph said with a smile as she took a step toward Mathilde, "I don't think so. I'm even giving more divine magic than before. But look, she can't heal quickly enough."
Mathilde fell from the wall, her wounds smoking as they slowly healed, "This is what happens..." Mathilde growled, "When a person abandons their mortality, their humanity, their elvish pride, honor, and creed. Becoming a monster."
Sylph smiled, "You're calling me a monster?" She giggled, her eyes burning with a disturbing red flame. "Come on, they aren't as bad as I."
While everyone saw Sylph and Mathilde standing face to face, what Arad saw made more sense. A massive, bushy tree with endless thorns and vines whipping around a mass of writhing feet.
