!qw2cdBTZAc 09/15/11(Thu)04:23 No.16302581|
You get angry, and raise a hand full of green energy at the lizard. A thin ray stabs into it, and it shudders as greenish lightning cascades across its body, severing its tail and one of its front legs.
That was not your usual disintegrate.
The trogs look shocked. They begin fighting towards the other direction.
Turen's hand suddenly appears on the struggling caster's arm, and the smaller kobold leaps atop him. The trog plunges him underneath the mud with his forearm, and you see Turen thrashing about underneath the surface. You pause in your casting to solidify the stone. If you were to cast now, he would surely die. You hesitate for a moment, before seeing the trog bring his hand back up from the muck, shaking it. Turen leaps up next to him from beneath the earth, using his weight to push the larger reptilian forwards, planting him on his hands and knees.
"Now!" The muck-covered kobold shouts, his tail darting out from where it was touching the mud. You let the spell fly, and the trog bites at Turen, growling in frustration as the kobold falls off of his back.
The whip-user swings around to slash at Raik, but the armless kobold ducks nearly next to the ground, rolling away from the strike. Tayn strikes out with a wild kick, but the trog's reach saves him from any sort of punishment. The trog grins, then howls as it reaches for its leg, where Raik's blade can be seen hooked down through the trog's scaly foot just below the ankle.
Tayn simply stands still for a moment, as though concentrating.