He'd been walking carefully, but the root was impossible to see before it was on him - before his back hit the ground with a smack and he was being pulled into the woods.

Without even waiting for Tom to finish his sentence, the second he saw the beacon appear his own flared suddenly above his head, and his hands shot out in the tree's direction with a massive whirlwind of flame.

He tried to remember if he'd ever fought a tree before. Probably? Probably. The teeth upped the creepy factor by around a thousand, though.