Suddenly, it all went tits up for the tree, although whether it could be considered a tree or something else entirely by this point was up for debate. On it's four stump legs, it bucked and writhed as the fire on it burned away the bark, it's gaping maw releasing terrible sounds as the eyes that lined its trunk lost all of their focus and reddened up with agony.
Varian himself lept off of the tree, keeping safe from its temporary moment of rage, and looked around for the source of the lantern. He held up his left arm, which was still a hand, as opposed to the nebulous mass of black matter, eyes, and mouths that was his reforming right one. Down his arms, all kinds of different animal eyes grew from it, scanning the trees. Sure, stopping meant the two would probably escape, but apparently there was someone who was a bigger threat. His body reformed itself back to what it looked like before he fought Gavruk and Shawna, although he was missing his spectacles and gloves. "Who else, huh? Who else is aiding these bandits?" He called out.
Sure, to the untrained eye, it looked like Varian had a thing for trees, but at the moment, they were the only things he could channel his black power through, twisting them into horrifying beasts. Personally, he preferred rocks, or sometimes even structures. The tree monster finally put out the fire by slapping it out with its branch tentacles, and pawed at the ground angrily as it searched around for whoever threw the lantern.
