Aella sought retribution. This, above anything else, was why she was here risking her life. She stood proudly over her kill, her hands still grasping her sword whose faint crescent-shaped edge rose and fell in rhythm with her breath. Her heart raced, too, and adrenaline coarsed through her veins. Even if this creature had some way of conversing with their group, even if it had been the most charming diplomat that had ever lived, she would still try and cut it down. She only hoped that her companions wouldn't mind.
A quick glance about her told that the knot was drawing ever closer; she caught fleeting images of metallic reflections and heard the crunch of leaves underfoot (or perhaps underhoove). She felt in danger, moreso than before.
As good a fighter as any one of them may be (and Aella certainly did not claim herself by any means skilled), they were at a numerical disadvantage, and with a poor position to boot. The one orating was distant, the ones lurking at their flanks and rear more immediate, but for one of the creatures to do something so different than the rest Aella could only assume that in that difference lay power.
She had tried to read the emotions of her companions, hoping to glean some new insight, but she felt morally conflicted. It was as if each one of these creatures had taken away her home, her family, and her chance to make amends with the past. And now they wanted to kill her, too? To harm the sacred order of nature? How much life must they destroy before they feel sated?
"To Hel with that!"
She slashed the air as if the creature had been immediately infront of her. She slashed as if the sizable distance between her and her target did not matter. And as she slashed she drew upon her element, abundant and readily available, and compressed and wrapped it as best she could about the disturbance the blade caused in the air.
Her efforts made no noise, not much more than she would have made if she had simply waved Foehn about like a loon. There was a soft whooshing akin to a gentle breeze, and the faintest of outlines shaped as a crescent traversed the course between her and her target.
And then, a deafening boom.
The creature stood with its muscles tensed and polearm rooted in the ground before it. A small circle of earth at its foot appeared untouched, but past an arm's length five-meter-long gashes marred the soil and split rock and limb. It was as if an ancient tree had been torn from the soil, its deep roots clinging till the last moment and tearing everything apart in one last act of defiance. The whole area was asunder - everything except the ground the creature stood upon, and, to Aella's astonishment, the creature itself.