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It’s not <span class="mu-i">fair</span>, you think to yourself–she’s only supposed to cast, like, <span class="mu-i">one</span> spell, not a <span class="mu-i">bunch</span>! Brain working on autopilot, you reach blindly into your pocket and feel your hand clasp around something you forgot was there! <span class="mu-i">That</span> might work!
Art, you shout as Talbot struggles to put himself out behind him, prepare to launch <span class="mu-r">THE PET!</span>
“The <span class="mu-i">wha?!</span>” He asks as the ‘<span class="mu-i">pet</span>’ in question shoots you a dirty look from atop his shoulders,, “But-”
No time to explain, you roar! Syb–give her a boost!
Before the witch can whip up some more magical death, you hurl your ace in the hole at her hooded face! Still in mid-sentence, the witch has no time to blink out of the way before a <span class="mu-g">JAR OF DOC DEVON’S JAM</span> explodes on a <span class="mu-b">SHIMMERING TRANSPARENT SHIELD</span> wrapped around her!
“Fruit preservatives… <span class="mu-i">very</span> mature.” Releasing the finished spell from her hand, she gets to work clearing the jar fragments and jam from the bubble around her! “I’d say you’ll regret that, but you won’t be livink lonk enough t-”
A lapse in her defenses is all you need. Before you can give him a signal, Art is already chucking a supercharged and <span class="mu-i">very</span> hungry trash panda through the water–one that immediately latches onto and tears into your opponent with an insatiable hunger that only homemade preservatives can instill! Shrieking in surprise, the mage tumbles backwards and blinks around the room–the teleportation and lack of oxygen only fueling <span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY’S</span> search for something tasty on the skeleton!
Before you can assist the critter further, however, the witch’s earlier spell erupts into a storm of powerful currents in the center of the lab that whip golems, metal, and other debris around at breakneck speeds!
Dodging out of their paths, you nearly bump into the witch as she blinks into existence right next to you!
“<span class="mu-s">Foolish beast!</span>” She snarls as she dislodges the raccoon from her now-dented bones with a telekinetic hand, “Take <span class="mu-s">THIS</span> eef you’re so hungry!”
Giving the woodland critter one last shake, the witch launches her into the wall with a blast of magical force! Flying through the water like a fuzzy torpedo, Lil’ Stanley smacks into the side of the lab face-first and drifts limply into Talbot’s outstretched arms! Hey, you remark as his singed face grins at you, he’s okay!
“Yup!” He laughs as the raccoon shakes off the impact from the comfort of the janitor’s arms, “Just had to take off my <span class="mu-g">CLOAK</span> and put it back on. Don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier! Ow, by the way!”
Before you or anyone else can answer him, the witch blinks into existence again with renewed malice in her eyes!
“<span class="mu-b">BLIND. ARCTIC BLAST. GREATER PAIN!</span>”
Wait a sec–her <span class="mu-b">SHIELD’S</span> gone!
<span class="mu-b">ROLL ME 3d100 TO DODGE MORE SPELLS! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!</span>
