More roots and vine erupt from the ground wherever it's weakest; Merrill is trying to make a veritable thicket to trip up the demons and hold them in place. They want the Rifters more than they want her, which gives her some time to get it really growing -- but she won't abandon any of them, either. Reaching out, she calls forth her own lightning, Tempest crackling and arcing down from above.
no subject