The centipede did its best to honor its master's command, snapping at Morgash. However, the wound made it sluggish, the bite missing. The witch herself continued to pour blue flame across the hobgoblin, the mystic energy leaping off her fingers and through his body painfully. The second wave of the blast tore through Morgash, making him cry out and stagger back. It felt as though his skin were on fire and his vision wavered as he stood on the brink of passing out.<br/><br/>OOC: Morgash, you are currently stunned.