Ilmarush, being as big and strong as he was, managed to avoid being taken by the grasping tentacles. When they reached for him, he swatted or kicked them away before stepping out of their area. Though his intelligence most certainly did not match his strength, he was still rather savvy. With a quick motion his sword was sheathed and his bow drawn, an arrow nocked and aimed for the trees. A squint later and he was able to see out into the dark woods, aware of many things the most of his fellows were not. The first one he saw was a beautiful figure, one of skin as pale blue as the full Second Moon, her fingers sparkling lightly with the magic she wielded. Such a pretty thing, and such a shame that he had to harm it. Oh well, he mused, there would be others  later. At that, he fired one arrow from his huge bow, the projectile the size of a spear, the sharp thing flying through the tentacles and in between the branches of the trees to nail the succubus just above her right breast, puncturing deeply and lodging itself in her flesh.<br/><br/>The majority of the others were not so lucky. All but one of the robed men had been pulled in and taken by a tentacle, and the one who'd escaped scrambled away fearfully, and blindly loosing a fireball into the trees. The sickness from the cloud of poisonous gas Joss released was enough to ruin his sense of direction, and so with the spell fired, much of the nearby brush had been set aflame. Joss was the nearest, and though he was not hit by the fireball or the resulting explosion, trees and plants burned just in front of him, snapping and popping with vicious glee.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>