Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-25038310-20160220173343

As the Deadroot had succesfully left his back open in order to bait an opponent into striking there, the pieces of bark opened up like the petals of a flower with a screech, seemingly hurting the beast in order to execute the metamorphosis.

Inside these pieces of bark were beddings of sharp thorns, ready to envelop the Undead in it. As Jawan's blade pierced the soft brown tissue between these torns as he landed on its back, the pieces of bark started closing. The strike had damaged the creature, but Jawan himself as well.

The others witnessed that attacks from the back were ineffective, unless one was willing to take a large amount of damage in return.

As the pieces of bark reopened, they spit the Redguard out as if it was an unsavory meal. It was cheap from the beast, but the Undead was rewarded with more knowledge for it.