She set the forest ablaze to weaken him and smoke him out. In the firelight, her fine armor and weapons gleamed.
But she underestimated him. Order always underestimated Chaos.
The soul of the forest, he rose like a hawk on the thermals and called every creature still breathing to his aid. A murder of crows became his arrows.
She kept them at bay with her bright steel, but the groundlings charged from the burning wood and overwhelmed her.
As the forest died, so too did his power. Chaos lamented another draw as the husk of his avatar fell to earth.

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