Coward. Bloody coward, he thought to himself angry. The damn fool hadn't even responded. Did he truly think he could ignore him? Gods, he would show that pompous ithuri, he would show him, he thought to himself, and truly, his blood started boiling. He felt the immense urge to grab his spear and pierce him from afar, but.. no, that wouldn't be right, he had to admit, gnashing his teeth at the thought. Despite what every little voice in his head screamed at him, it wasn't right. Gods be damned, was he going to let him walk away? Just like that? No, he wouldn't let him get off the hook so simple. He would show him what powers he truly had. By the Gods, he would! That Ithuri would regret the day he had decided to insult the Wildmen!
And as the ithuri walked onto the estate, Azshiir closed his eyes. He would do what he did best, he thought to himself as he pushed the fingers of his left hand forwards, from the thumb to the pinkie, though not in that pattern. It was quite random, but a careful observer found that the same pattern was getting repeated over and over again. Gods, how many times had he done this, he thought? So many times.. and he brought his other hand forward, forming a fist. It shook a bit, left-right, right-up, etcetera, perhaps faster than his fingers moved. It was a bit the same as the movements he had used to create the rock stairs on top of the bank, he thought to himself.
Grow.
And so it did. From the rocks that covered the streets, yes, from the rocks, two vines grew, barely fitting through the small holes in the path of the estate. They embraced the feet of the ithuri, and despite the fact that they were merely plants, they were quite strong, as if they had many roots in the earth. Two more vines grew from the earth, far more taller than their cousins, and seemingly also bigger, to grab the hands of the hands of the Ithuri and pull him to the earth, in an embrace. More vines sprung from the earth, each lunging at the body of the man.
