RE: [Wizard Jail] (mini-battle)
08-04-2017, 09:30 PM
Nyctitus laughed as he sent the druid spinning randomly through the air with another blow, softening it to prolong the resulting chaos. James bounced off a cell door, the ceiling, and the floor in short order, finally coming to a skidding rest in the corner between two empty cells. Nyctitus would have smiled if he was capable, and instead settled for a threatening hiss as he advanced on the bleeding druid, who spat blood defiantly at the base of his tentacles.
"It's over, human," Nyctitus gloated, "Make peace with your stupid Jail or whatever dumbass thing you believe in." He raised an arm for a final strike, but at that moment a voice behind him screamed "THERE IT IS!"
The kraken wheeled about just as James disappeared back into the empty cell. A small crowd had gathered at the entrance to the largely-deserted block, murderously enraged. The way they were looking at him left Nyctitus with no doubts as to their target.
"KILL IT," an imp howled. "IT RUINED FALAFEL NIGHT!" The inmates pressing around it seemed to agree, baring whatever weapons were available to them. Reflexively Nyctitus coiled his arms protectively around his prosthesis; he might be able to crush these minnows, but not without losing his ability to breathe air.
"Lord Snarl, do not abandon your most loyal servant in his hour of need," Nyctitus prayed, backing away as far as he could. He wasn't fast enough to outrun the crowd, which left him only the option of violence. Not that he minded.
The kraken swelled threateningly, preparing a spell. It would take seven deaths for the Angels to arrive and hopefully give him enough of a distraction to escape. He intended to hasten their arrival.
"FRENZY," he bellowed, pointing at the advancing crowd. The hex's range wouldn't stop more than ten or so people, but that was plenty. Hopefully.
1. The crowd has just found Nyctitus. He isn't prepared to fight a crowd this big and doesn't want his breathing thing to get messed up.
2. He's cast a spell to make 10 people in the crowd attack everyone around them, possibly including him, in the hopes that enough people will die to summon some Angels and take care of this whole thing for him.
3. He's still looking to contact Blang.
"It's over, human," Nyctitus gloated, "Make peace with your stupid Jail or whatever dumbass thing you believe in." He raised an arm for a final strike, but at that moment a voice behind him screamed "THERE IT IS!"
The kraken wheeled about just as James disappeared back into the empty cell. A small crowd had gathered at the entrance to the largely-deserted block, murderously enraged. The way they were looking at him left Nyctitus with no doubts as to their target.
"KILL IT," an imp howled. "IT RUINED FALAFEL NIGHT!" The inmates pressing around it seemed to agree, baring whatever weapons were available to them. Reflexively Nyctitus coiled his arms protectively around his prosthesis; he might be able to crush these minnows, but not without losing his ability to breathe air.
"Lord Snarl, do not abandon your most loyal servant in his hour of need," Nyctitus prayed, backing away as far as he could. He wasn't fast enough to outrun the crowd, which left him only the option of violence. Not that he minded.
The kraken swelled threateningly, preparing a spell. It would take seven deaths for the Angels to arrive and hopefully give him enough of a distraction to escape. He intended to hasten their arrival.
"FRENZY," he bellowed, pointing at the advancing crowd. The hex's range wouldn't stop more than ten or so people, but that was plenty. Hopefully.
1. The crowd has just found Nyctitus. He isn't prepared to fight a crowd this big and doesn't want his breathing thing to get messed up.
2. He's cast a spell to make 10 people in the crowd attack everyone around them, possibly including him, in the hopes that enough people will die to summon some Angels and take care of this whole thing for him.
3. He's still looking to contact Blang.