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[i]Suliss certainly did take notice of the duo, and it broke away from the wellspring to begin preparing for their arrival. In its right hand glittered the sinister blood-red energy of a Wrack spell. In the left Suliss brandished his gnarly dagger, the hand clutching it emanating a dull yellow mist, the infamous Siphon. Suliss slipped behind a tree and waited for the two to draw near, its thin chest pulsing with each anxious breath. Suliss hadn't been expecting visitors, wasn't ready for them. The body it inhabited was pathetic, flimsy. It knew that its only chance to exterminate these frighteningly bold intruders was to do so with an ambush.[/i]