In that moment, staring down at the body of the Gnoll she had killed, Sibi felt the wave of fear pass, only to have her tormentor aperate behind her, catching her in a clawed embrace. Wide-eyed, she dared not move, looking back at her mother. Crazy-Mountain loomed behind, snorting and growling as the last of Churr'k's necrotic influence subsided. She backed the play of Kam, as it was her daughter's life to wager.

Kam clasped her hands at her middle and began to whisper soft words. She blinked, and cool light spilled from her eyes. As she spread her hands, the vine that had bound Eshket slackened and yielded, falling softly to the ground and becoming ephemera. As the Gnolls cackled in triumph, the air became heavy and still, light receding beyond the canopy through suddenly-thickening clouds.

Sibi could feel the hairs beginning to stand straight on her ears. She knew what came next. Her mother was trusting her.

"Nakatanta!"

The moment Sibi slipped from sight was enough confusion for her to push away before the coming storm. She felt the air whistle behind at the pass of raking claws, but was already descending on Eshket with the blunt end of her spear, striking her across the back of the head at the same time as the forest erupted into a flash of blue-white light. KA-THOOOM!! The crack of lightning speared through the branches, severing a few in a spray of sparks before it found its true destination - Churr'k. Even through the deafening thunder, the Gnoll's death yelp pierced through.

Just as the ringing in the ears began to subside, the earth thumped with impact as Crazy-Mountain closed distance with Barrdu. She leveled a broad fist across his snout, then tried to cinch him up in an embrace, which the Gnoll managed to wrangle out of. In retaliation, the elder Firbolg cracked him across his back with her club, knocking the fight out of him. Barrdu fell into a twitching heap, which she stepped over to reach Eshket.

"Do you speak common words?" In this form, Crazy-Mountain's already low and slow way of talking came out like treacle, though it would be unwise to mistake her cadence with stupidity. She snorted, tightening her grip on her blood-slicked club as the sky rumbled overhead once again.