[PQ+] how hard can it be?

// divide me down to the smallest I can be //

Say what you like about this little trio - when their plans go off, they go off. Perhaps, of course, it's to do with the fact that the wicker woman can't exactly get up and smack them around like some creatures, but either way it's still an impressive show of teamwork.

Flora's tide jaguar succeeds in drawing the ire of the void-touched tree, and a large branch sweeps around, Whomping Willow style, and clubs into the feline at full force. (Sorry, kitty!)

That means, at least, that the groups attacks go off without a hitch. First come Flora's daggers, sinking deep into the black bark of the tree, spilling nightmarish and hallucinogenic sap from the wound. That's followed soon enough by the fyrhund's jet of flame, and the tree's roots are crackling and hissing their agony thanks to Asta's assault.

Finally, appearing somewhere behind the tree (if that counts, since they don't really have faces), Danta directs his own ball of flame, which catches in the lower boughs of the unhappy plant.

All in all, fuck yeah!

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Voidy Wicker Gal: 243/409

Danta: 100/100
Asta: 90/90
Flora: 407/407
(Flora's) Tide Jaguar: 330/407

No post order!

Dantalion

// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //