Nameless didn't even bother trying to dodge as his spell lashed out. He just let the flask hit him, and laughed. "That tickled. Do it again."<br/><br/>He then gave the failure demon a wide smile, letting it see his horns, before holding up another spell. "Spirits of oblivion, decay and entropy. Wails of death resound around you, stealing the strength from your soul. Ray of enfeeblement!"<br/><br/>He then tagged the quasit with the spell, grinning as its strength suddenly waned. Ideally it would plummet to the ground before it got the bright idea to ditch its equipment.<br/><br/>ranged attack - 25 (+6)<br/>str damage - 8 (d6+4)<br/>DC 21 fort for half