Lifts jungle tree

He saw a chance of victory, slim but definite – an elderthornoak leaned drunkenly, one side chewed away by the blinding energy backwash of the warsuit’s main cannon. Numitor bunched his fist and swung, his upper body’s entire weight behind the blow. There was a loud crack as the tree shattered at its weakest point. The smell of burning wood filled Numitor’s nostrils. As the upper portion of the tree toppled, Numitor disengaged his powerfist’s disruption field, grabbed a stout branch and pulled the trunk over with all of his weight. The tree’s downward course changed, bringing it crashing onto the giant warsuit’s shoulder.

Blade of Damocles