Watching the flow of the battle, Cyria is both optimistic and worried about it's course.  With Thygor back on his feet their position was much more secure, but his temporary nap had shown just how significant losing one of their number would be.  Keeping an eye on their retreating opponents and glad to see that her grease spell had worked so effectively, Cyria is unhappy to see yet another pair of opponents emerge from the house.  The elf was the one that Alura and her sister had healed, and the other...well, if the other thought that she was going to get away with eating another of their company without any sort of reprisal, she was<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>mistaken.<br/><br/>[ Messed up the name, but the roll is correct.<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/260853">Acid Jet ranged touch attack</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+4</span><span style="font-weight: bold">11</span>-> Just barely enough to hit with her charging penalty, I think.<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/260856">Acid Jet damage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2d6+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">6</span>]<br/>[ Yumina will also need to make a DC 16 Fortitude save or be sickened, which has some interesting implications for Alura if I remember correctly. ]<br/><br/>Launching back into spellcasting, Cyria's eyes have something of a vindictive, malicious cast to them as she launches another glob of something at Yumina.  This however was most certainly not something so harmless as grease.  The slightly-sticky blob of acid was not akin to stomach acids in that it would cause a gradually-worsening burn; this was more akin to what you'd expect to find in an alchemists' shop, and would start burning intensely upon contact.