Rayne watched her arrows streaking toward the foul creature, holding her breath to see their effect.  Time seemed to slow down as the missles sped on their way... slower, slower... she looked perplexed, then concerned, as she needed to take a breath, then another, while still the arrows hadn't reached their marks.<br/><br/>Wait, did the arrows just teleport a few feet backward? And the drake was hovering in place? Cursed lag! Her movements were getting sluggish too, which was another symptom of a laggy connection.<br/><br/>As if on cue, a little message popped up in an unobtrusive corner of her vision for her to peruse at her leisure. "Hi Rayne, we are performing some routine server maintenance. No need to worry though, you don't have to log out, and we'll try our best to minimize any disruption. You can look forward to some new content once we're done! Cheers, EHO team."<br/><br/>Then the moment of lag passed, and the drake was swooping overhead! Both of Rayne's arrows were stuck in its side, and its health bar was in the red with less than a quarter of its hit points remaining. Now it was the angry drake's turn; it unleashed a bubbly sphere of liquid from its mouth as it passed by. The ball hit the ground at her feet and burst into a cloud of foggy acid vapor that enveloped her. It burned her eyes, nose, and mouth with a sensation that reminded her of burping carbonated beverage through her nose and started eating away patches of her clothes and armor.<br/><br/>She could feel the ground shake beneath her feet as the beast landed on the ground out there - somewhere. The acidic cloud was obscuring her vision almost completely; she could barely see her own feet, let alone anything else further away.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Take 4d6 acid damage (reflex save DC 14 halves the damage).<br/>Rayne is in the middle of a cloud of fog; she can see only 5 feet around her, and anything she can see has concealment.