Icard and the rest remained rooted before the Treant.
They were desperate to break away, searching for a gap in the titanic monster's reach, but the creature was actively suppressed them with its sheer mass.
The ancient giant made to move again, shifting its weight with a groan of timber as it readied a massive, sweeping blow with its right hand.
"Go ahead, I'll distract it!" Arlon yelled.
He stepped forward, thrusting his palms out to unleash another high-velocity stream of hot cinders.
The glowing embers pelted the Treant's torso, hissing as they scorched the mossy bark.
The creature let out a vibrating grunt of discomfort, its arm stuttering mid-swing as it instinctively flinched from the heat.
The Treant was forced to block more carefully this time as it enclosed its chest even more.
