As Enniya’s voice rings out, there’s an echoing of it in her mind, a whisper and thrum through the cavern.  The blast of smoke billows out from Enniya’s hands, chest, and mouth as it spreads through the chamber and rolls over everything.  Shouts of surprise come from the humans and growls of rage and surprise from the crocs.  There’s a mere moment where Enniya hits the ground, feeling claws in the air above her then a SLAM of something on the ground behind her.  There’s a terrible hissing sound and bounding scrambling feet.  “Run fast, elf!” comes a snarling voice that was left behind as coins scatter and flick behind.<br/><br/>Searching for some sort of knowledge, some kind of an idea, Enniya’s mind races.  These crocodile men are possible, certainly, but they wouldn’t be as organized as they are.  The crocodiles are animalistic, idiot creatures and lack the cleverness to set a trap or run a ship.  For them to be motivated like this there has to be some kind of magical effect in place.  Otherwise they’d just be sleepily waiting for good times to come to them.<br/><br/>This one behind her in the fog, hearing her knees scramble on coins is certainly not sleepily waiting.  Jaws snapping and snarling sounds come from behind Enniya followed by a hand nearly catching her foot.  It’s right behind her.<br/><br/><strong>Enniya, you haven’t quite gotten away!  You’ll probably need to Defy Danger or otherwise lose them in the fog!  What do you do?</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The fog moves over the chamber, bathing everyone in red smoke.  The Delvers can see their own hands and perhaps allies right nearby, but everything is going to be more difficult right now.  Luckily, that’s probably the case for their attempted captors as well.  The room darkens with the fog, the light from Abigail’s glowing and Saltbeard’s beard all but completely lost, the room obscured and confusing.<br/><br/>As Fugue steps in line with her allies and takes up a defensive position, the crocs fall upon them.  Her blast of faerie fire catches the tall croc in the face and he lets out a howling shout as he stumbles for a moment before regaining his attention, his entire face glowing with a powerful light even visible through the fog.  He snarls in surprise and scratches at his own face for a moment before just letting out another roar and continuing to charge forward.<br/><br/>The other croc heading towards Fugue, the red tinted one, catches hold of Fugue’s halberd and rips it out of her hand.  “Hello little priestessss,” he growls out as he reaches forward, grabbing hold of her cape and pulling her forward and down, scrambling briefly away from Len and Abigail.  Disappearing into the fog, he pushes her down by the shoulder, tossing her halberd away into the dark fog.  “So much talking.  Let’s put your mouth to better use,” he murmers, keeping his voice down to prevent himself from being easily found in the fog.<br/><br/>Reaching down with one hand, he pushes aside his loincloth, showing a thick, heavy cock, mere inches from Fugue’s face.  He grabs hold of her head, his thumb on her chin and his hand wrapped around the side of her face to force her mouth open and bringing it down towards the glistening fat cockhead.<br/><br/><strong>Fugue!  Your bad spot is that you've been grabbed and pulled into fog!  Len and Abigail will have an easier time dealing with the three crocs on them now that one of them is lit up in faerie light, but you're on your own and about to get a face full of croc-cock!  What do you do?</strong>