Joss followed to the edge, paused pensively by Patch as he brings his bow to bear against the crew below.  He quickly scanned the cultist, and the mighty beast that was with them, frown intensifying when senses trained with decades spent in the necromantic arts alert him to the presence of a spirit.  A apirit that he cannot see and does not seem to be threatening them just yet.  Even as the succubus begans to sway and dance, he gathers mystical energy with arcane motions, building a force before bringing cupped hands to his lips and blowing outwards.%R%RIt was not a strong spell, one designed to weaken humanoids, but most healthy individuals would shake off without much concern.<br/><br/>With a harsh exhale, a peacolored cloud is expelled toward the crew below, a thick miasma designed to choke and incapicitate.<br/><br/>(Cloudkill)<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>