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Leaning on your knees for support, you start to heave and retch, before...
<span class="mu-b">"Hurk... hrork... huuAARGH!"</span>
You don't have a stomach full to vomit in the first place, but you do spew unholy sea water all the way up from your divine realm in your stomach. Like a fire hose you blast the men around you, more trying to catch your breath than to target them, but it's simply collateral damage.
Unpleasant enough a sensation for sure, as many of the warriors stand there stunned, disgusted or downright confused over what just happened. The effect though is the real problem though, as the unnatural salty torrent starts causing non-organic and non-living material to supernaturally rust and corrode and decay. Since you utterly soaked the crowd of Namadan soldiers, within just minutes the metal and wood of their weapons and armor fall apart and dissolve to rotten chunks all about the area.
<span class="mu-b">"Hah... ha-HA! Look at that! Now, out of the way!"</span>
Without armaments the bewildered soldiers are no match for you, and cannot even hold you at bay, though some try just with their bodies. A few you obliterate with just one swing of your Atlantean statue here and there, or a pound of your free fist, or even just stomping over them. The majority though you don't even feel like you need to bother, you can just wade through them without much effort or losing speed. And eventually they get the message anyway, their morale faltering when they know there's nothing they can do here and now to stop you.
Although they might have done their job in slowing you down, for during this time the lord and their cavalry were mounting up, and just about now are riding out. Retreating on horseback faster than you would have any hope of catching. The lot of them meander through the chaos of the shattered encampment as a mounted unit, and look like they will reach one of the entrances to escape back whence they originally came.
<span class="mu-b">"-hey! Cowards, damn cowards! No, no you don't... not after I..."</span>
In rage and desperation that you might lose your target, you hastily think of whatever you can. With little other option, and acting on impulse, you wind back your arm and hurl your statue as best you can. Kili bless your aim or your arm though, or perhaps it's just the size of the projectile, but you hit the Namadan lord's horse dead-on and by the sheer force probably kill it outright with the thrown statue.
You yell in success over the sudden panic at the downing of their lord, the soldiers trying to rally to the dismounted man. Again though, without weapons they aren't a match for you, as you laugh at your success while stomping over to the gathering of men. Trying to defend with whatever they can, you just cast them aside till you can reach the lord himself. Dazed from the collapse of his horse and the fall, but otherwise seemingly not too injured.
