The immense Ancient Treant staggered towards Bartlett, and countless shouts in Common Language urgently warned, "Watch out!" At the same time, cries in an incomprehensible Elvish bewailed, "No veren (Be careful)!" The cacophony of different sounds echoed in the Barbarian's ears.
Bartlett looked up at the massive wooden foot covered in roots and soil that was becoming larger and larger in his eyes until it filled his entire field of view. At the moment just before he was going to be squashed, he subtly leapt aside, narrowly escaping the fate of being crushed into a meat patty and the ominous potential bookend of his story.
Just as Bartlett was standing there feeling smug about his calm temperament and nimble reactions, the massive footstep of the Ancient Treant stirred up an expanse of mud. The splattering mud and weeds struck the Barbarian's face and body heavily, shattering the cool expert persona he had hoped to maintain and leaving him somewhat dishevelled.
