[Kenai]

"You killed us." said a voice.

"My own turned on me." said another. "

A louder voice "Enough old fools let's just kill him!" The green wisp on Abbadon's right became an image of a young man probably in his mid-twenties. His features might've been handsome except the scowl he made through a face that looked as if it had been eaten by crows.

In life the other druid spirits might have shown more reason but the many years trapped on the mortal plane left them with only their grief turned into rage. Every one of them charged save for one who instead created a burly humanoid creature from vines, dirt, and various loose materials in the trunk. It was still forming by the time the other eight were upon Abbadon with various weaponry.