No sooner had Delia finished laying her trap than the daemon sprung into it, shrieking horribly.  A gaseous cloud was forced to congeal and slam to the floor nearby.  D'zuk earned his name many times over, screeching all the while, as he turned, saw Delia, and began to advance upon her.<br/><br/>"FOOLISH MORTAL!" he cried, "YOU CANNOT STOP ME WITH YOUR PETTY TRICKS!"<br/><br/><em>D'zuk cannot turn to gas and has started the fight with 1 damage.</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">D'zuk Attacks</div><div class="spoiler_body">4/5 : D'zuk's HP<br/><br/>Roll Result: dzuk rolled: 3d6<br/>Comment: atl<br/>Result: 5, 2, 3, <br/>Total: 10<br/></div></div><br/>D'zuk makes his attack, swinging claws of unearthly darkness forth at Delia, bounding up to her in an instant.<br/><br/>((Delia now rolls melee, most successes wins, both sides take damage))