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The thug sorcerer has a pugnacious attitude until the bitter end. He glares in angry disbelief as the man-beast's sword expertly cleaves into him and delivers the killing blow. He falls to the carpet next to his fallen ally. From underneath his body begins spreading a large pool of blood. Dex is dead!
Dex feels the tentacles lash on his face. He flinches in indignation, disgust.
Dex continues to fight the demons that plague him. "I didn't do nothing. I swear! Okay...I did do stuff! Whatever!" This followed by an uppercut to the chin! He breaks away from his psychotic anger at Elspeth long enough to notice the hulking figure making his way towards him, feeling his way hand-over-hand along the wall. "I see you, tough guy," he mutters threateningly. "Don't think you'll get the better of me!" Dex casts scorching ray. Two streams of fire jet from his fingers. The first one misses Sandru and makes a scorch mark on the wall, but the second one scores a direct hit. Sandru feels the fire bore into his back.
Dex holds the sides of his head. He stares distractedly at Melanie on the floor. "What have I done?" he moans, thrown back on himself. "What kind of punk have I been? All my crimes and such!" He stares at his hands in amazement. "These hands! They've done horrible things!" He claws at himself, drawing blood. He throws a left hook at his own jaw. This knocks him from his daze a little bit. He glowers hatefully down at Elspeth. "I dunno what you are, ya freakin' thing, but I know how you're gonna die!" He rears back and charges up his fist with strobing, blue, telekinetic energy. It lights his face in a menacing glow. Oowaah, oowaah, oowaah, oowaah... Dex throws a force punch at the octopus, but it's not enough to break her defenses. Frustrated, he utters a curse.
The pyrotechnic display blinds Ianez and Blackacre. Ianez claps his hands to his eyes with a curse. Blackacre presses forward towards the sorcerers, casting his spell like some haunting, sightless avatar of vengeance. A torrent of...condemnation...leaps from his hand, like small swords made of holy light. They cartwheel through the air, dipping and rising in slow procession until they circle and surround Dex's head. The toothpicks halt, poised at his ears, and stab into them! He clutches the sides of his head with a tortured expression.
After the flash of pyrotechnics, Dex returns his gaze to the room. "Die!" he roars. He whips an arm and points his index finger. A glowing, pea-sized bead of fire appears at his fingertip and streaks across the room towards the men standing at the fireplace. It sails between them, blossoms into a fireball, and detonates with a low roar into a searing explosion!
Ludo, Melanie, and Dex appear near the door to the room. They had returned to the lounge and were invisible. Dex swings his arm, raising his palm towards the door. "Telekinesis! PUSH!" he yells. Hareton is thrown backwards and flies across the hall into the opposite lounge. The doors to that room slam shut! "DOOR!" he yells. The doors to the lounge you are in slam shut. The furniture in the room, as if drawn by a magnet, hurls to the door and stacks against it, trapping you in.
Dex Satherdee is restless. He bobs, clenches his fists, and keeps looking around, as if itching for a fight. As it turns out, he decides to discharge this excess energy another way. "Hey Paige, want to find a place where you and I can get a little more privacy, if you know what I mean?" Dex bellows, as if Paige was hard-of-hearing. The man has an unsavory aura of barely-controlled menace. He's one of the few high-ranking sorcerers who isn't nobility, but instead he is a popular actor in the region. His popularity is confounding, however, because he doesn't have an ounce of charm. |
