Turning into a hot flame, the Sword of the Spirit
burned brightly, almost taunting the adversary that
stood before them. Tamar wished that she had the
same confidence that her Sword had. She may have
looked like a warrior, but on the inside she felt
fear come over her as she looked at this beast. She
could not quite define its shape at first, because
it just seemed to be a huge mass of darkness.
Stepping back to try and assess it, she saw that it
was indeed a tree of sorts. Its body was made out of
what looked like the trunk of a tree, and it moved
using what would have been the tree’s roots. What
she assumed was its arms were black branches that
were bare and sharp. It was wrapped over with the
same kind of vines that she had fought her way
through to this point, and it had many eyes that
looked at her from the top part of the tree trunk.
She could also make out a jagged opening in the
trunk, which she guessed was its mouth. Hissing at
her, the creature began to close in on Tamar. She
did not know what to do! She began backing off,
trying to figure out a way out of this. The man that
she had helped out had taken off running, and before
she could say anything he had fought his way past
the vines along the road and had disappeared.
“So much for gratitude,” Tamar said to herself in
disbelief.
Facing the creature again she held her Sword up high
above her head, facing in its direction. The
creature stopped approaching her, showing visible
fear of the fire of the Sword.
“So it is afraid of the fire,” Tamar thought to
herself, now knowing what she could fight with. Yet
before she could lunge forward and set the creature
alight, it began to speak to her...
