The Drow lands an accurate hit at the glob of tentacles attacking Geralt, but it is rather weak.
While unharmed by the explosion, Geralt finds himself coated in a the thick residue of jungle calamari.
Skjor himself wriggles his way free of the fiendish tentacles' grasp, at which, tired of trying to strangle the metalhead, chomps out with a vicious bite.
More annoyed with the acid than anything, the Decapus Torviir had attacked leaps into her direction, tentacles flailing.
Finally, after debating whether or not she is edible, the last Decapus chomps out.
Amalarra, beaten and bleeding by the tentacled monstrosities falls unconscious. Her thoughts slipping, she sees Would slice the crewture holding her just as she passes out.
As Skjor charges outwards, the Decapus he was previously engaged with lashes out, teeth first.
Skjor's massive blow leaves the Decapus's head split in two, dead in an instant, collapsing into a soft mass of boneless tentacles.
To out of it to wipe his face clean, Geralt turns to the remaining creatures and rushes the one closes, trying to ignore his screaming in pain body
Rahhhh Ammon screams with rage charging the nearest monster
Geralt clips one of the Decapi along the side, flecking a small amount of blood back onto the forest floor.
Ammon's strike, however, skewers the Decapus face-first, it's body goes limp, one less to worry about. One more left in your sight.
Said Decapus, still engaged with Geralt, pissed at the wound marking it's otherwise pretty face, lashes out with it's tentacles.
Devic takes the opportunity to practice her aim now that the fight seems to have turned.
Devic's shot zips straight through the Decapus, though the shot proves less-than-lethal. It's still breathing, albeit barely, gnashing away violently at the air, challenging whoever's near. It's just asking for someone to finish it off at this point...
She is in, ehh trouble. Ammon! Skjor! The ratgirl starts waving the rage healers over to their unconscious ally.
Amalarra is snapped into consciousness as her body fought death and won. Her eyes open and she groans, "Damn, I thought I was done for... Thank you.
Much of her jacket is covered in the blood of the the tentacled creature, some of it her own. As well, it has been cut up and damaged badly.
"I'm not getting a return on this. Is Geralt alright?"
How is everyone? Who needs healing? The demon child asks his arms shaking, breathing rather heavily. He removes his gauntlets, claws fade away golden light emanates briefly healing wounds.
Ama, if you want i can do some repairs. Used to rip my clothes all the time during training. i have a spell that should work.
"Don't worry about me, you need those heals more" Geralt grunts facing the opposite way while rubbing his sore neck so the group won't see his bruised face.
"...and I do have a bit of my own healing" Geralt coughs out before he starts glowing with a baby blue light.
Turning to face his team, Geraltso wounds and bruises start to close at a very accelerated rate, some starting to scab over instantly and just as quickly ejecting the scab to show blemishless skin.
Believe it or not i'm fine, mostly. Just a bit tired. Anyone else then? if not i'll just put the magic away...So what are these things? Ammon kicks one of corpses
Devic wipes the globule of muck off of her hood, shaking her hand in vain as an attempt to remove the entirety of it.
I call Decapus, you no listen? They not rise from grave any more than human.
I heard that part,i think. i meant things like this aren't natural..Ammon put's his gauntlets back on, muttering in what sounds like gibberish.
Just need to calm down,i can control this
Skjor reduces the last Decapus into a squirming mound of goo.
The world around you calms down, the sounds of Formians battling dies down. Once the the tension clears, the leader returns to you.
Is everyone unhurt? She asked, planting her spear in the ground. That was an... Unusual occurance...
"your telling me..." Geralt grumbles out "I feel like we should hurry...my temporal magic is starting to burn by just being here..."
Yes, yes. We go now. Who else have idea why solitary intelligence creature work together? Must benefit, yes? Devic begins to walk ahead, seeming to not pay full attention to the path in front of her. Eyes wandering, looking back at the others.
Maybe another lead, ehh. What Moment say day we meet? "Bee-bag?" Is right? Lead Bee-bag? Dee-bag?
"...what did I say?" Geralt says as he begins to follow, hand on his long sword, ready for another beast to jump out
You know. With the Bugbears? You say you used to "beat the dee-bag" yourself. Devic turns around in a full circle continuing to gesticulate, waving one of her explosives around.
The further you venture into the jungle, the more you all, especially Geralt, notice the weird way times effecting everything. You notice stones and leaves that appear to be floating , but upon closer inspection, appear to be simply falling at a glacial pace. Another thing, glowing purple sap leaking from trees, giving the dark of the jungle an eery lighting.
"Uh how long untill we arrive?" Geralt asks the Formian in front, this was starting to get even more stressful with every step taken
Hm? Is not to worry about, Skjor. Think I crazy? Never wave volatile materials. Case is I.D. locked to specific D.N.A sequence, activating only if I input enough pressure in order. It holds charged chemical/mineral compound I have been able to improve thanks to travels. Is safe as, ehh baseball unless say so from I.
Devic goes on with her talk of boring (or really cool explosive charges depending on who's listening) science until the surroundings clearly get to be entirely surreal. Her words trail off as she inspects them.
Ehh... what... is sap?
S!*@ s$@~ s@&# s&++ s+#& s+@# s&*$. I... can't do anything but try to kill even more. Is that it?
Devic looks down to the groups feet, worry showing across her face.
"Be ready to throw them things, there's bound to be more of them somewhere, or something else holding the strings to whatever time mumbo jumbo is going on," Amalarra says, clutching her side from time to time.
Ammon has gone from his usual cheerful self to oddly quiet, he doesn't say much but continues forward.
"I don't know Devic, but I don't think we should touch it" warns Geralt as he walks past, unaware of her turmoil.
The lead Formian halts. This is where we must leave you. She said. We have lost too many mindshells to the forest past this point. She points a spear towards the sap. That came with the corruption, and is it's greatest herald. Touching it is not advised. The Formians will make camp close by, on the chance you all should return unharmed.
"Thanks for that vote of confidence..." Geralt says sarcastically as he continues forward first, eager to get this over with and leave
Amalarra doesn't seem to pay attention much to her surroundings, keeping next to Skjor for an odd reason. The pain in her had dissipated but from time to time she still clutched her arm.
I..I don't know," Amalarra says as she scans the forest around her. She crouches low as well, following right behind Skjor.
Ammon is too distracted by his own thoughts to really focus on anything going on
Devic takes a quick swig of... something.
You hear two voices, both hushed, hissing.
Where's the tree?
I've been following you.
So we're lost?
No. Just keep following the purple crap.
And just then, Amalarra steps on a twig.
Something stirs to the west, like a sudden shock, and then stillness...