"Thunder? You want<strong>thunder?</strong>" Kairon shouted, spitting blood on the grass. His tail lashed menacingly, and he levelled his scythe at one of the dryads. "Here's<strong>THUNDER!</strong>"<br/><br/>The word echoed loudly, but nothing else happened. He stared angrily at the sky and cursed under his breath. "Damn and blast it, these things never work when you need them to."<br/><br/>He uncorked a bottle of one of his strange concoctions, to restore his balance and vigor, and drank the lot. He was getting a little tired of being smacked around, and the fight had only just started. With his demonic anger burning in his heart, he moved back into the fray.<br/><br/>Standard Action: Sphere of Reality, D4, vs. Will. [6,11] = (17), misses.<br/>Minor: Healing Infusion: Curative Admixture. Target: myself. +19 hit points, up to 46/63.<br/>Move: to G10<br/>