Prince of Brightflame Melf dashed through the opened South Gate and ducked beneath Wastri's attempt to skewer him on the tines of his magical fauchard-fork, skidding into a flanking position with the Horned King. "OVER HERE, FROG-FACE!!", taunted the grey elf eldritch knight as he brandished a bright sun blade in one hand and a staff of power in the other.