[he stalks back to his bag and from it he pulls another item. Leshy can always see the means to an end, he plans his strategies turns in advance if possible. This is more a move of convenience.
He pulls a handheld blow torch, clicks it on, and rises back to his feet. A toss of it and it lands at the base of the tree.
Lighting the spilled oil which trailed down it from traps he set earlier. He doesn't know she can bend fire, but he knows that birds don't stay long in trees that are ablaze. She has some time before it goes up completely, but the oil is quick to trail fire up through the cracks in the bark. All while Leshy stands at a distance, watching it go up with something of glee at what her move will be.
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[he stalks back to his bag and from it he pulls another item. Leshy can always see the means to an end, he plans his strategies turns in advance if possible. This is more a move of convenience.
He pulls a handheld blow torch, clicks it on, and rises back to his feet. A toss of it and it lands at the base of the tree.
Lighting the spilled oil which trailed down it from traps he set earlier. He doesn't know she can bend fire, but he knows that birds don't stay long in trees that are ablaze. She has some time before it goes up completely, but the oil is quick to trail fire up through the cracks in the bark. All while Leshy stands at a distance, watching it go up with something of glee at what her move will be.
He's having fun, clearly.]