Cutting the good in the bud

Athos gave an evil smile when he finally realized. "You can't use all your power, can you? There's something wrong with your body preventing you from fighting at all."

His voice was amplified by wind magic and spread across the battlefield, making Treevor frown, even though his wooden face should have been unable to do so.

This reaction was all Athos needed to know, before ordering the skeletons to resume their advance. Now that the real fight would begin.

Treevor tried to refute him, but his body was out of energy and he needed to save as much as possible for the fight. He hesitated whether to use the amber gem or not, but chose not to. The willow was already recovering, draining the light element from the environment to recover.

'I just need a few seconds to recover!' Treevor thought, feeling his wooden body weakened by the lack of energy starting to return to normal. He turned the cannon into a whip again, determined to keep the undead at bay long enough to recover.