Even with Kol trying to guide her away from the conflict here, she wouldn't back away without saying something.
"You...You hag. You ugly, worthless speck of putrefied vermin. You think to talk to a guardian of Nature as if Oi were no more than a passing urchin on the street, just because you're older. Age does not beget wisdom, and neither does power. You might've existed in the forest, but you've never lived there. You don't know the creatures like Oi do, because to you they're nothing but animals, or worse, test subjects." She jabbed a finger towards the woman as she retreated from Aoife and the table. "Your Archdruid and Oi can talk as much as we'd like, and there'd likely be some understanding, but a foolish old witch, but form you I expect I'll get less proper conversation than I would from the meanest maggot to crawl from Hell's own anus."
She was letting her anger affect her, both causing her emotions to spiral in onto themselves and continue to cause her to spit vitriol as well as cause her power to begin fluctuating. Ripples of amber light shimmered into view around her, pulsing in random directions, from her feet to her hips, her shoulders to her elbows, down one leg and up her neck, and even just swiping back and forth across her torso at every angle. Despite the strength of that power, she didn't bother trying to grab it. She let it run wild, not caring because this gods-forsaken woman had the gall to insult her when she had tried to come here to work out something potentially beneficial for them all.
"If you think you're so amazing, then lets see you stand against Old Winter itself. Oi'd love to watch you get your ass mauled by forces nobody understands anymore, because that's what Oi think we're up against, but you don't seem to care. Go sit by your cauldron with your coven around you to help you feel safe, because gods know that it won't do a lick of good when the time comes." Her anger seemed to be steadying out, but the ripples of light were growing more frequent, and the barest hint of a tremble in the ground could be felt. She blinked, and her eyes shone with the same light that had now suffused her from all angles, a steady amber light flowing out from her.
"Domhain, crith agus crush an talamh ar a dtréim. Glacaim orm ort an ithir a sracadh agus na clocha a dhéanamh thíos faoi deara faoi na cumhachtaí uamhnach atá agat. Cuir in iúl mo naimhde an fórsa atá tú go fírinneach, agus ná déan dearmad ar aon neart. Domhain, múscadh agus eagla a chur faoi deara iad siúd nach meas tú," she said, and the tremble from before became significantly worse as Aoife's lips curled into a small smile.