"I can do both easily enough. I'll walk the tree through the river to hide the ice lances moving it and freeze the water in the mud. They'll be so shocked they won't even realize they're looking up at us from the flats of their backs."

She picks out a fine specimen of oak tree. With a few whispered words finishing with, "Summon elemental power," she gently uproots the tree with a few ice lances.

"Come on, now," she tells the tree, and the ice lances obediently move the roots like feet to come with them.