Valkyrie reached behind her back, freeing Dragonfang from its steath that she fashioned to fit around her shoulders. Ordinarily, chopping would be beneath her beloved companion, but a favor was a favor. Nothing else would do for making a clean and swift cut.

Approaching the tree's remains, she ran her hand along the smooth and silvery bark, deciding on where to make her cut. 'Mountain Ash.' How very expected. "Stand back, Your Highness." Lining up her feet and her body, she brought down her sword on a branch right where it met the main body, cleaving it cleanly like butter.