"Holy shit!" The moon elf exclaimed suddenly. "Maren fucking exploded!"<br/><br/>And so he had.<br/><br/>Moving on, Aya quickly made her way behind the still-mysterious tattooed druid, gladly using the path he had made to join up with the others. There was some grumbling along the way, generally exclamations about how much of the action she was missing while she was crawling through this hole because the stupid priests and their stupid magic had to make a stupid Wall of Force that she couldn't break through or dispel. She'd have to remember to learn how to do that someday.<br/><br/>When she finally came out on the other side, Ayariel dusted herself off and glanced over at the biggest, ickiest bastard in plain sight -- the babau who was busy rending Inyrra limb from limb. She was pretty sure she'd killed one before but all of these bastards looked the same, and, according to the book she'd picked up in town -- "So You Wanna Hunt Demons: A Beginner's Guide to Tanar"ri" -- most of their names seemed to start with B.<br/><br/>More chanting, more hand waving and such, but this spell was always fun to cast. A little clear orb of what looked like glass appeared in the elf's hand, and went whizzing toward the babau's noggin.<br/><br/>((Orb of Force, 33 ranged touch, 37 damage, resistances and SR can fuck off.))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>