Gnarl-fist Treekin

Trample
"That night, the forest came to us on gnarled and
twisted legs. The trees gathered in the village square
outside Maynard's house. We gave him to the trees
and they dragged him into the centre of their group,
away from our eyes. But we heard him scream. When
his screams stopped the trees were still. They have not
moved since. And that is why, in the middle of our
village square, there is a thicket of trees no woodcutter
will touch."