LumenWell, if she was going to do this she might as well be theatrical. Getting a chance to run your mouth when doing something like this in a fight wasn't really common. Lumen raised her tanned arm and placed it on the skeleton's head. She drew upon that well of power that churned within her soul and released creation. "Life is many things. It can be made from ardent flesh, clever light, or thinking metal, but there is one truth to it. Wherever there is power there is life."
From nothing a sprout appeared on the mage's head, and under the command of essence it began to grow and grow. Wood wrapped around each bone and brilliant, blue leaves carried by swooning branches filled the empty spaces and wrapped around them to hide any semblance of the skeleton's unholy nature. She lifted her hand only after he could be mistaken for some golem or forest spirit. It was a chore making it self sustainable through the ambient mana and flexible enough to allow movement without cracking the bark but it worked out.
The Patchwork lifted her hand off Greyskull's face and considered her own reserves. It had not taken too much but a ritual and some meditation later couldn't hurt. But right now there were other concerns. "Do you like it?"
OrenThe Fae clambered into the tree and from her position observed the changes that took place, taking care to smell every rose she could on the way up. Although she supposed that changes were a bad word for it. This girl was
special. She had taken a place that was static and made it something else. It was something terribly mortal to know a syllable of that perfect word, but to be able to bring forth that change was interesting.
Oren felt the stirring of something that was and wasn't her and began to hum
a song. She moved from branch to branch and ever so slowly began her descent until she was at the lowest branch. "Sometimes, this is..." There was something strange, almost reverent, in the way Oren began the sentence, but she didn't finish. Instead, she collapsed into writhing black liquid.
In a few moments the magnificence and splendor of a lord of the forest was revealed once more. Not to the choking smoke and dead metal and stone of the city, but her rightful home. Her noble head was lifted to the sky and the bellow that left it resounded with the silent symphony of nature and was followed by a gentle breeze. She showed no fear at the creatures that gathered as if from across the veil. Instead she trotted over to the druid and settled down onto the ground and almost radiated tranquility. Sometimes, she was home.