Spirits either evolve from lesser Pixies and fairies or are born from great sources of magic. Being born from the World Tree, the power a spirit could possess far outclassed anything that the world had to offer.
The tree side exploded with a storm of branches, exploding flowers, and raging thorns. Arad was blasted back, bracing against the violent push of the great magic.
"She hits hard." Arad flew back, turned into his half-draconic form, and looked around, trying to find the Spirit Queen. He didn't transform into his draconic form since that would make him an even larger target, which the tiny spirit could easily dodge and rip to pieces.
But before he could find her, she found him. "I'm called Dendron Pneuma. In your words, just a Tree Spirit."
Dendron grabbed Arad by the tip of his wing and swung him around with harrowing force. Even with her not being taller than a foot, she held enough strength in those tiny arms to swing Arad around like a doll.
