There really wasn’t more time.

Between the work at Golden Tree Park and the lumbermen [i]politely[/i] forcing Adam to a celebratory dinner for his newest achievement, he wasn’t able to meet MacKensie like he wanted. And now, the siege had begun. No time for searching.

4 AM wasn’t an especially early time for the Druid, who was an early riser anyway. He went down to the lobby of the Drum, wanting to talk to the Ranger in case he didn’t make it, but she was nowhere to be found. Nobody from Second Chance was there, in fact. That or he was just too distracted by what was to come to notice. That notion annoyed him; it would not do to be unaware when it was time to fight. So briefly, yet intently, the man meditated. Whatever his personal feelings were at this time, they would not overcome his desire to help the people of Valheim. 

Immediately running towards his assigned position after that, Adam held some acorns in his hand. Seeing ghouls here and there on the way, the red-eyed man had a fully-grown oak tree for each one, splatting them into oblivion. This was certainly a different variant of the phrase “hit and run” - there was no time to linger, not when there were bigger fish to fry in the northeast part of the city. Or in this case, a monstrous bat-like thing that was dropping enemies from the sky. Strangely, the first thing he felt was pity towards the creature, clearly suffering in some way. Perhaps this was like putting down a sick farm animal, in an odd way. And on the bright side, James was approaching the platforms there also, swinging his anchor and shouting commands at his men.

[quote=James Sirius]To arms! Melee fighters kill the ghouls before they cause more damage! Light Domain bring down the Corpse Dropper! Earth and water target the troops! Everyone else go for the towers![/quote]

The American knew he wasn’t Light Domain, but he [i]did[/i] know how he could help stop the abomination. He also knew he formally had command over some troops - a mage of each Domain and a few melee soldiers - though he felt less qualified on that topic. An 18-year old fresh out of high school was [i]not[/i] going to kill others with his inexperience. 

“Mages, follow his commands,” Adam said, gesturing to James. “Soldiers, protect me please.” Basic orders only, yes. These were grown men and women, they didn’t need to be micromanaged. Now he could focus on what he was good at; plant magic. Without saying anything else, the spellcaster held his hand up, carefully aiming at the Corpse Dropper. Once he felt confident, he fired a Natural Energy Beam at the large creature.

Whatever the result of that was, he would then focus his attention on the slightly more conventional forces invading Valheim. Specifically, the parts of them made out of wood. His “nature sense” gave him an advantage in this way, knowing what vulnerabilities of each structure to target specifically. A siege ladder? Snapped in half, leading to troops falling to their deaths. More advanced siege towers? Wheels slid off to stop them in place. Flaming logs fired by catapults towards the good guys? Stopped mid-air and sent back to their place of origin. Some of this took more time and effort than others, but these efforts would hopefully help the city stay safe.