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Who: ALL YOU INTREPID NATURE EXPLORERS
When: Day 37, Evening to Night
Where: NATURE
What:

[ You've cleared out the floor most of you are sleeping. Where do you go for some rip roaring ~~maulings~~ fun now? The 4th floor? The 2nd floor? Or will you venture outside the glass doors again? ]

(( Please make a note somewhere in your comments about where you'll be heading! Groups are preferable. Your nature runner this time around is Rui! ))

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[ That is one hell of a head bash against your legs, intent on knocking you down for proper noms. ]

*definitely staggering at that, but as he wavers he looks down and snaps the same word as he used before. the blast of force is much more focused this time, and the thunderclap accompanying it probably won't be pleasant for any other nearby lizagons.*

[ Their hearing is ringing now, and the one that was on you is thrown back. But the one you first struck with lightning is approaching, if slowly. ]

*giving serious thoughts to withdrawing here, and taking another step or two back as he sneezes again; he spreads his fingers wide and aims a ripple of cutting force at the approaching lizagon while it's still dazed from the lightning.*

[ Did you just sneeze an attack... ]

*no, sneeze then attack. fucking allergies.*

[ There's no lizagons in range of you, what will you do??? ]

*keywords, first off. back off down the corridor, looking in all directions. especially up; be ready to lightning-bolt the first one he sees.*

[ Nothing but foliage and the lizagons coming from the apartment, closing in! ]

*can't risk trying to pronounce another godword with the way the allergies are affecting him, even under the adrenaline of combat, so he triggers the tattoos on his left arm again. Fire kindles from the air around the lizagons, sticking to their skin like some awful glue.*

[ Flaming lizagons are had. The smell is a mix of terrible and oddly delicious at the same time, but the roars are probably annoying. ]

*annoying and yet so satisfying. he's getting tired quickly, but he's going to focus on keeping those flames going for now, and be ready to try to slam them backwards if they charge.*

[ They're busy getting roasted at least, though they do try to charge! ]

*being charged by flaming lizagons would suck, so he backs off, letting the fires die as they close, and throws more lightning at them*

[ You're keeping them back, and they're slowly dying! ]

*continuing to give ground, hand raised to unleash lightning as needed, desperately fatigued now but with a few tricks left to play.

he carefully pronounces a short phrase in the first language, fighting his stuffed-up nose and aching head, commanding the stone beneath the lizagons' feet to burst outward in sharp, ripping spikes.*

[ That was completely unexpected, and due to their weaker state, all three are spiked! One or two of them twitch in death throes regardless, but otherwise they're dead. ]

*hell yes.

and he will appreciate this properly once the coughing fit subsides. fuck allergies.*

[ sizzlesizzle ]

*and now it's time to withdraw back to the third floor; he'll see if he can bring one or two of those corpses with him, though, since he sure isn't managing three great-dane-sized lizards.*

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