Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

Nos gasps in half-mock awe. "Ooh, quite a trap! Whatever shall we do?" After a moment where presumably no-one answers him, he shrugs and starts twirling around with both arms outstretched. As he spins a shape begins to form next to one of his hands. When he suddenly stops and claps both hands together, his spell sends an anvil flying into the deepest cluster of naga that should bounce once or twice after hitting a target. "Taste my Hilarious Bouncing Anvil, and Despair, snake-freaks!" Nos yells after them, a grin on his face.