Into the Wilds [Cyrlan]

Well if he'd have needed any further proof, the elf had provided a very hasty defense to Fenris' accusation, seeming content to follow a no harm, no foul sort of mindset. She was alive, and for that he was surely grateful, but what if she hadn't returned? From the information he gathered, the mission she went on was hardly planned out efficiently enough. There was no guarantee she'd survive at all, and though the same could be argued for anything else that they've ever done, this time he felt it was efficient enough to blame on the commander of this 'excursion' or rather much easier than admitting that he could sympathize with her sense of obligation, though he still couldn't find himself blaming her for freeing Corypheus. They couldn't have known. And even then, perhaps the thing he was most angry about was the fact he couldn't have been there to help. Maker knows he would have never been able to forgive himself had she been killed. After all, nothing could be worse than the mere thought of living without Zaria.

But that was neither here nor there. Fenris hadn't appeared too pleased with such a careless response. The Inquisitor of course could easily sense that, as much as Fenris himself could sense the other's own uneasiness. It seemed at least he was somewhat regretful, though perhaps not entirely for the right reasons. The warrior was content with the fact that the other elf seemed scared of him, which in his mind was how it should be. But rather than pissing his pants, he decided to deflect with more jokes, laughing as if this were no serious matter. Ah, the temptation to wipe that stupid smile off the Dalish elf's face was strong, but he managed to somehow resist, an easier task now that the other seemed eager to leave, finally. Before he could even respond to him, the man had been announcing his departure, even offering friendly advice as he carried on his way.

The warrior had not said a word, simply watching as the other departed, up until the point he could no longer see him, before deciding to continue on as well, muttering a Tevene swear under his breath as he purposely went a direction opposite of the other so that he were less likely to bump into him again. Yes, the sooner he was out of here, the better. If nothing else, he'd find his employer a souvenir and let him know how uneventful the Wilds were, sparing the details of the Inquisitor, of course.

With his company gone, it was back to the mostly quiet jungle. Even the wildlife no longer seemed to be causing him any trouble, which Fenris wasn't sure whether to be thankful or concerned about. He opted to remain alert nonetheless, retrieving his dagger as he approached another tree to mark his path. There had been a few places here and there, overgrown and barren of any sort of loot. He wasn't too well versed in the history of Orlais and was curious what once had lied there, maybe even enough so that he might ask the scholar once he returned. Whatever it was, it didn't seem there was much left of it, the jungle claiming it as another victim. He certainly had much more ground to cover, but he didn't want to wander much further and risk being caught in complete darkness. He huffed at the thought, considering his next course of action as he carved into the tree, oblivious to the winding tendrils that were approaching him below.

It all happened quite fast as Fenris first felt pressure around his ankle, looking down just to catch the multitude of roots snaking their way up him, holding him in place. The elf grit his teeth with a growl as he reached for his sword, but as if anticipating his movements, the roots sped up and his arm was caught in place, the roots squeezing and digging into the elf with such uncomfortable tightness that he gasped out in pain, grip tightening on the hilt of his sword as he willed all his strength to break free. It barely budged. Damn trees were out to get him now too! He glared at the approaching Sylvan. If he hadn't known any better, he might have blamed the Inquisitor who blamed him not long before. Surely it wasn't mere coincidence! But frankly that was the last thing on his mind then, deciding instead to put those cursed markings of his to use, the lyrium beneath his flesh beginning to glow that ghostly blue. A dark energy began to emit from him before it practically exploded, sending splinters of roots flying. The elf of course wasted no time, as the moment he was freed he retrieved his sword and took the opening to strike.

It had been a decent strike to one of it's legs, nearly cutting through, sending the monster toppling over and certainly not appreciated by the sound of the demon's shriek. If his displeasure hadn't already been obvious, being swatted away like a fly certainly got the point across. The impact knocked the wind out of him for a moment, the tree behind him creaking in protest as he had been slammed into it by the massive force behind the blunt attack. He barely had time to recompose himself, dodging as more roots sprung out of the ground like arrows, stabbing into the tree he had been resting against mere seconds ago.

Fenris was back on his feet, not wanting to give the demon a chance to ensnare him again. He kept his distance for the time being but made sure to not linger in one space for too long. He snarled as he watched the living tree stagger towards him, determined to kill the intruder. Sylvans were always a pain, even with a group, nearly impossible to take on by yourself. It should have been his cue to flee, honestly, but instead he stayed, not willing to let another demon simply wander freely on his watch. "Na via lerno victoria.." he mutters to himself. He'd defeat this thing or die trying.