Seth had never possessed a living body before, well except for his own of course. But ever since he had acquired the ability to transfer his soul through [Resonant Threads] he had always used it to transfer into his puppets, which always happened to be created from inanimate objects.

That was the description of his abilities after all, the ability to make inanimate objects come to life and obey him like puppets. But bodies and corpses were technically something he was able to do, and had controlled in the past.

It was just... when he found the true blessing of his powers, he stopped relying on corpses. It wasn't something he enjoyed doing in the first place. It was wrong, immoral and just downright gross.

Bodies rotted, they decomposed. If he really wanted then he could have breathed for them and kept their heart beating, like he was a living life support machine, to stop them from rotting but that, for some reason, felt even more wrong.

Thus, on the rare occassions he did choose to puppetteer corpses, he never even thought of possessing them.

So being in control of this Treants body, feeling its hands as if they were his own, was a strange new sensation that took Seth a few moments to get his head around. His muscles had been replaced by a strange, intertwining weave of tree roots that held an overwhelming sense of power, clearly evolved by this strange process to be perfect for what they were accomplishing now.

He had no heart in his body, as it had been ripped out, but he could feel the blood in his veins. Did he even have veins? Whatever the tree man had in place of them, it was filled with a viscous sap like material. It wasn't dissimilar to what Seth's own blood had become.

But unlike his bodies new blood, this sap was not going to leap out to his defence and protect him from harm.

Balance was difficult, with his centre of mass having shifted within a towering body that was more than double the size he was used to. Even the world around him was different, as he viewed it through the Tree's eyes. It saw everything as blobs of life force overlaid over a black and white image of the world.

Each person fighting and dying in front of him, even the Abominations, had their own unique colours associated with them. Some of them were colours he had never imagined nor could he even begin to describe them. He couldn't even begin to try describe what red looked like to a blind man without using the word red, or associating it with other things the blind man wouldn't be able to see, never-mind colours even Seth himself had never seen before.

The Abomination that had killed this Treant appeared like a colossal blob of a sort of black and brown mixture, something that somehow gave him a more repulsive feeling than the actual sight of the creature itself, and which had a border of hundreds of other colours mixing together into one kaleidoscope of disgust.

Even it's life force was a complete affront against nature.

Lifting his lumbering leg, a term that was strangely literal now that he thought about it, Seth took an unsteady step forward, then another and another. Like a toddler taking his first steps, he started wobbling and unsteadily, but quickly gained speed as he got used to the balance of his new body.

It wasn't long before he was breaking into a sprint, charging across the field in a manner very unfitting of a tree.

The wood making up his hand twisted and elongated as Seth willed them to move. He pictured it just like he was extending his thread's and while he still had no access to those, his new body obeyed eagerly.

The hand warped, the roots composing it strengthening out until his arm had transformed into a long wooden whip. Waving it in front of him, Seth batted the powerless soldiers out of their way like they were nothing but ants as he batted them to the side like ragdolls.

Bodies flew, makeshift weapons crumpled and shattered, bones broken and a flaming arrow stuck itself in his chest. Wait, what was that last one?

Agony flared through his body as his new body erupted into flames, all stemming from a little arrow that was embedded in his shoulder. Ahead of him, behind the line of peasants in rags, a man in gleaming armour nocked another arrow in his bow. The tip of the arrow was wrapped in rags, and a simple flip lighter caused it to ignite.

The flaming projectile flew towards Seth a moment later, but he quickly twisted his towering body out of the way and stumbled backwards, trying to suppress the pain of immolation.

Human bodies had nerve endings that would be burnt away by flames, cutting off the pain. They were also not completely composed of entirely flammable material. But a Treants body did not have nerve endings to burn away, and was unsurprisingly made of fires favourite material. Wood.

He ducked down, grabbing a fistful of dirt and stuffing it against the growing inferno in a desperate attempt to put it out, all while having to bat away the peasant warriors surrounding him.

Honestly, this wasn't the best plan now that he thought about it, but time wasn't exactly on their side.

Thankfully, he was not the only idiot to think of this genius plan. The only difference was, these other idiots were better suited for it.

Carnifex forced his way through the lines, arrows plinking helplessly off of his armour and leaving nary a dent in their wake. Following closely behind him was Fox, using the metal giant as a shield while putting his sword skills to better use.

His blade was little more than a blur as, no matter how many approached him, they all fell like they were nothing more than stalks of wheat for the harvest. As soon as the poorly armoured peasants got within reach of Fox, a silver blur whipped past them and their headless bodies were collapsing the next second.

They never got the chance to swing their useless makeshift weapons, and many of them died mid-step or in the middle of some triumphant battle cry, but they all fell before they could finish.

Yet even though none could even complete the mere thought of landing a hit, never-mind actually getting one, they kept rushing towards him in blind faith that one of them would kill the heretic, if they were simply blessed by their God.

Seeing where the pair were headed, and knowing exactly what would be on their minds, Seth desperately tried to reach out to Carnifex with his mental connection, but even that was being stifled and suppressed like everything else.

It was unbelievable that Woe was even this powerful. He would have been proud if his life wasn't on the line.

A finger shaped leg slammed into Seth's back, forcing his face into the dirt and, just like the last time he was hit hard enough, his wayward soul was left behind as the body was forced down.

He was forced to watch as the powerful Treant body was forced to the ground by the Abominations leg, and was reduced to nothing more than a lifeless corpse in the process. The wisps of fire still lingering on the wood lapped against the melted flesh of the Abomination and, with even more gusto than it did with the wood, the fire rapidly spread.

The Abomination let out horrific, multi-layered screams of pain as its leg was immediately engulfed in flames, with the rest of its grotesque body being quick to follow. Those fighting it quickly backed off, exchanging a meaningful look as they remembered the wisest words when dealing with monsters, especially of the spider variety.

Kill it with fire.

But while they were joyous at their revelation that would turn the tides against these horrific Cannibal beasts, Seth was filled with dread as he watched the unstoppable pair loom closer to the fortress wall until finally they broke through the peasant line and were left with only the armoured garrison.

Bows were stashed away and real weapons were drawn this time, not wooden clubs but true steel swords and Requitals that had been summoned before the suppression zone had descended, as the armoured soldiers quickly closed in on them.

Carnifex glanced over the oncoming warriors and would have scowled deeply if his helmet allowed him to have any kind of expressions. Instead he let out a grumbling groan before grabbing Fox by the scruff of his neck.

"Change of plans! Up you go!"

"Wait what are you-"

With one mighty heave-ho, Carnifex launched Fox like a shot-put as he tumbled through the air, spinning head over heels. He came to the peak of his arc not above the ramparts, but just underneath their edge.

Fox stabbed his sword into the gaps between the stone, the blade easily carving through the mortar, just before gravity took hold of him once more.

The grey haired old man let out a grumbling sigh of his own, shaking his head and muttering softly about the impulsivity of youth.

Gripping the wall, he removed his sword before quickly clambering up, climbing over the edge with a graceful flip, and immediately dispatching the two helpless Blessed standing to the side, leaving him with just the boy... and the other swordsman.

The raven black swordsman regarded Fox with a seething scowl, grinding his teeth so much he was risking turning them to powder, while Fox glared at the young man with a look of disgust and disappointment.

He glanced between this sick and twisted young man, and the target of his mission.

The two swordsmen stared each other down for a few moments, twitching slightly in anticipation of each other's moves, before bursting forwards in the same nanosecond. Steel clashed against steel for a single second, before a cruel laugh echoed out.

"Don't look so surprised old man, I told you this would happen, didn't I? I've done some training since we last fought."

Fox frowned as the raven black swordsman cackled to him, the older mans head tilting down to see the swordsman's hand wrapped around an ornate hilt of a traditional sword which currently had it's blade embedded straight through his chest. Piercing his heart without a single hint of resistance.