Ouity's face ticks with annoyance. There is no time for a warning, either to friend or foe. One moment, Ouity's enraged countenance shines upon his face, and the next, the forest erupts in mirror to his fury. As the trees tremble around the clearing, a root shoots upwards from the ground betwixt Ulricus's legs, just centimeters from the man's body. It rears like an angry viper, aiming to strike at the gnome's wrist. At its tip is a cruel point, complete with barbs each razor sharp. The blades of grass around the Ulricus- those that remain from the fire, at any rate, stand straight upwards. They become stiff and immovable, each a sharp little razor. In the best case, the grass would make it difficult to dodge the impending attack. Further along in the treeline, branches whisper towards the fray, and more roots rip themselves from the earth. An instant after Ouity's attack would miss or land, the entire clearing would be thicker than even the densest of forests, obscuring the strange rescuer from view.
