"Poorly", to put a positive spin.

"How do you do it?" Jumping right into the interrogation. I can see the cloud start to move towards me, but decide to play ignorant to it for now. After all, given the immunities I'd acquired, the spirit of society couldn't do anything of major risk to me. Similarly, my own response is to play ignorant, though I'm pretty sure I could see where this was going. "How do I do what? I've had a busy couple of weeks, so you're gonna have to be clearer." She irritatedely uses her thumb to point over her shoulder, appearing to indicate something behind her. "If I was simply show out these, I'd be run out-and frankly, my own form much more closely mirrors them than yours does. And yet...they barely seem to make note of your presence. How?"

"It's just a part of what I am. I might as well ask how you manage you foxfires-something I cannot remotely manage, for my magical abilities." Is the frankest, but not particularly honest, response I give back, as the cloud begins to expand near me. Soon, it's diffuse form is completely around me-seemingly trying to seep into me. I experimentally let some tentacles appear to idly twirl, seeing if I could feel anything. I couldn't-it appeared to be dematerialized, not just invisible. Since I couldn't physically touch it, I retorted by letting a wave of Dark energy course through me-soon, causing the thing to shrink away, recoiling in silent pain.

"I'm not a big fan of puppeteers. Want something, ask it-try that again, and I will erase it." Her glare turns from annoyed to downright predatory as she held her curved spear-naginata, I think is the proper name-and began to brace it. "Interesting...humans seem to overlook what you are, you can shrug off a spirit without problem...might grow to be tiresome weed..." I began making a preparation of my own, nursing a Smite within my core, as I was fairly sure this would come to blows, even as another mind focused on trying to talk her down. "I have no interest in anything but living, so there's no need to pull this out. I've done nothing but help-and would just go back to my first home."

She evidently didn't believe I was telling the truth, charging point forward at me, a charge that I levelled by unleashing my Smite from inside my core, it spraying forth like a breath weapon. There was an indistinct blur where she was, seeming to move sideways with some motions I couldn't even follow as several blue flames appeared around her. She didn't even seem to interrupt her charge as she approached from a different direction, forcing me to try and turn to face her-just in time for the point to rip through me. I try to swat as her, and she merely sidesteps me and severs the offending limbs.

And so, I open up and root myself, that way direction no longer matter-when all of my tentacles can be brought to bear, I can fight in every direction just as well, which should make me harder to dodge. Which makes me all the more confused as she let out a wicked grin-as she pushed off the ground, vaulting into the air, before letting out a yell. "Shaterra, now!" The rocky spirit have a few small motions with it arms-and ground I was on shifted violently, practically tearing off the volcano's face and launching itself over the volcano's lip. With me still firmly attached to it by my roots. This is gonna suck.