[It's probably a good thing Mitsuru moved quickly -- once the dust and dazedness from being bucked off clear, there's a growl in Lenka's throat as he raises both hands to the root the horse is... it's doing something with it, he can feel it moving in his flesh and burrowing against his insides.
He can't stand it.
He probably would have done something drastic with either the root or in an attempt to fight the horse if the lightning hadn't staged a timely intervention. But that presents a new problem: there was no way for horse or ex-rider to brace for what would happen next, which is -- the wooden horse explodes, bits of root and tree guts flying everywhere. Oh, and blood. There's a lot of blood already running through this horse, apparently, far more than it could have extracted just from Lenka. The blood spray reaches halfway up the trees and almost over to the trail, and creates an impressive puddle that Lenka now gets to sit in. Wonderful.]
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[Well, he'll just sit there stunned for a moment. Reflexively, one hand comes up to wipe some of the blood out of his face. Then he closes his eyes and starts trying to yank the remaining root out of his shoulder. He's unluckily still kind of pinned to the tree, despite most of the rest of the horse basically disintegrating.]
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He can't stand it.
He probably would have done something drastic with either the root or in an attempt to fight the horse if the lightning hadn't staged a timely intervention. But that presents a new problem: there was no way for horse or ex-rider to brace for what would happen next, which is -- the wooden horse explodes, bits of root and tree guts flying everywhere. Oh, and blood. There's a lot of blood already running through this horse, apparently, far more than it could have extracted just from Lenka. The blood spray reaches halfway up the trees and almost over to the trail, and creates an impressive puddle that Lenka now gets to sit in. Wonderful.]
[...]
[Well, he'll just sit there stunned for a moment. Reflexively, one hand comes up to wipe some of the blood out of his face. Then he closes his eyes and starts trying to yank the remaining root out of his shoulder. He's unluckily still kind of pinned to the tree, despite most of the rest of the horse basically disintegrating.]