Some of the liquid got up Erel's nose, but about the time it did so, the creature was split in two by her blade and fell to the ground in a smell like rotting mold. On the other side of the room, Phyrreth cursed as she ignited her hand with flames, only to have the flames do nothing.<br/><br/>"Damned thing is immune to fire!" She cried, even as the other two flailed at it helplessly.