At first it almost seems like nothing will happen. Like the brambles will, as is their way, break through the shield of Dark to descend upon the Ascian inside, rend him to pieces.

And yet their growth stalls. Emet might find it easier to maintain his defenses as he works. It was debatable how long the Warden would remain so, but it was an opportunity all the same.

The creature shrieked as Emet's efforts were paying off. An agonized sound that close as he was, the Ascian would be able to feel, almost as if it made his very bones shiver like fine crystal about to shatter. But as soon as it had started, it seemed to cut short as if the wind was knocked from the creature. As the Light was being blasted from it's host, the crushing brambles were beginning to crack and crumble, flowers along the lengths withering in kind. After enough seemed to have died off, the pale figure formerly bound by them crumpled almost abruptly, like a puppet cut loose of it's strings, into a heap of too many shivering limbs.