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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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[ Fairy lights dot the apartment in more numbers than outside. And inside you see three green lizagons, chomping away at something you can't really make out. ]

*is probably not as quiet as he really should be, given the persistent urge to sneeze, but drawing another square of paper from his pocket..*

[ They're chomping away, though one lifts its head to immediately sniff the air upon your approach. ]

*and of course, it's at exactly that moment that the urge to sneeze becomes overwhelming.

fortunately, the paper is already in his hand; he flicks his wrist, hurling it towards the lizagons, and in midflight the sigil flares to life, erupting into an arcing blaze of lightning.*

[ The lightning jerks all the lizagons, but that doesn't stop them from abandoning their half eaten prey to go after you by the walls and the ceiling! ]

*...welp. he'd been hoping to take at least one of them out with that, but he's nothing if not quick to adapt. he barks a word, and pure force erupts from him, aiming to smash the ceiling lizagon against the far wall.*

[ The ceiling lizagon smashes back against the wall with a thud, but the wall ones are closing in with the one on your left going in for a bite. ]

*the circle on his forehead burns up as it approaches, and a lash of white light and force rips towards it as he steps back; he levels his right arm at the third lizagon, and crackling darkness flows from his fingertips, bringing bitter cold with it.*

[ The lizagon just manages to heavily graze across Deka's skin with its sharp teeth before it's sent away as well. The one on the right just closes in quickly, claws grabbing at the wall for traction. ]

*tenses his fingers, widening the wave of freezing shadow and trying to catch the right-hand beast before it gets to him; meanwhile, he's keeping an eye out for the third one.*

[ The right wall lizagon hisses and takes to the ceiling in an attempt to go around the freezing shadow. ]

*which is the perfect time to switch hands and hit it with another lightning bolt from his left arm, clearly. also stepping back out of the door, to limit the angles they can attack from, starting to feel the exertion of using his magic against the power limit.*

[ This is probably a bad time for that third one you knocked back to come racing in along the floor while you're busy with lightning that one, isn't it? ]

*one might, in fact, say it was the worst time. the blood sigil lashes out again, but the angle isn't good enough to stop it; it's probably going to hit him hard.*

[ 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. ]