Thick vines wrapped around the Trunk of a Living Tree, restraining it's branches and stopping it from launching its flaming apples.
Waving his hand like a conductor, Figg controlled the vines like they were extensions of himself and beyond the confines of the original spell. While the original use was just to bind, Figg commanded the vines to plunge themselves into the body of the Living Tree.
He reinforced their tips, turning them into tendriled spears that stabbed into the Living Tree's trunk, before snaking their way through the depths. His glowing green eyes narrowed slightly, before he clenched his fist tight.
The Vines inside the Living Tree burst out from it, in different places than where they had burrowed in, and then all at once pulled outwards. Cracks spider-webbed across the trunk, before the floral being shattered into a hail of splinters as he was ripped apart from the inside out.
