The Chief Fey Archer retreated, flying from one tree to another while the other five aimed their arrows at Mountain, who slowly lifted up his hammer. The blood slid down the metal in slow, heavy drops.
He exhaled, tightening his grip around his shield. In this State, he was a low-level Throne Tier, burning with energy that wasn't his, and once this state was over, he would not be able to be summoned for a while.
But Mountain didn't care.
He lifted his shield up and charged toward the five Fey Archers, kicking up sand and grass with each step, but then they shot their arrows.
When the arrows were about to strike Mountain's shield, they suddenly sprouted into thick roots, the size of a man's thigh, some even bigger, and grew violently outward.
In an instant, five huge trees grew out with Mountain at the epicenter.
He was pinned, locked within the confines of thick roots which quickly grew a trunk and formed leaves from the branches.
The Fey Archers had learnt.
