The tree that Gavruk charged at turned to face him, drool dripping from its jaws as it charged to meet him, releasing some ungodly sounding growls and snarls. The tree that was in the process of animating split down the middle, regealing an inside full of writhing gray flesh and teeth, and lunged forwards, snapping the head off of anther donkey with its jaws. It swallowed down, and pulled itself by its roots towards Shawna, priming its jaws for another snap.
Varian smiled when the orc was temporarily distracted by the trees, and took the opportunit to heal. The bubblimg mass of eyes, mouths, and appendages that was his forearm lept from the ground and back into his place, forming not into his lost hand, but into a giant mouth at the end of his arm. In his other hand, a ball of green fire appeared, and he slung it at Gavruk, intent on roasting one of the orc's legs.