Lightning vs trees

Ryn sprinted between two rows of trees glazed in crystalline encasements from roots to highest boughs. The forest groaned at the sudden drop in temperature, trunks threatening to burst from the pressure of expanding water within.
Sliding to a stop on one knee, Ryn stretched her hands to the ring of storm clouds overhead. The dragon was a scaly ribbon twisting through the trees, angling for her with jaws opened wide to disgorge more poisoned barbs. She stretched her power to the nimbus crown in the sky and drew down lightning.
Ragged bolts rained from the heavens, white-hot tongues of celestial fire dancing among the trees. Clean and pure as her wrath, she enveloped every tree Saxby neared. The power transformed the water inside to steam, a violent expansion that exploded trunk after trunk like bombs. Wood shrapnel peppered his hide, the impact clobbering him and spoiling his forward momentum. The dragon crashed headfirst into the snow, his slithering mass buckled like a train that had derailed. Fresh powder filled the air as he rolled to a stop.


Chapter 22, Page 338-339