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[i]Suliss fired off the Siphon as Ombard stepped in front of Evvie, a close range burst of tangy yellow light that would sap about ten percent of the warrior's strength. If it hit, that strength would be converted into another spell. One meant to conjure nightmares. It didn't look like energy, but a bruised swirl of protoplasmic meat pushing out from the flesh of Suliss's hand and crawling up the dagger to meet Evvie's blood, trailing veins and tendons behind it. Blood that was as dark as tar dripped /upwards/ from the engorged mass of evil magic, falling into the sky. This was the kind of bad shit that made necromancy look like daisy picking.

When Evvie lunged over Ombard, Suliss mewled in surprise and let loose with the Wrack, intending to hit the girl during her jump. Pure pain represented as a hissing red bolt crackled towards her! If it was enough to stop her from utterly wrecking the physically weak Suliss, then he'd unceremoniously try to turn tail and run to stall for time. If she was able to take the stupendous pain well enough to still batter the wizard, he'd even resort to crawling or dragging himself away. Ten percent of the energy of a common man meant four seconds of progress towards the bogle, the same amount of time and power needed to charge a stage two Siphon. Depending on just how many common men Ombard equals, it could be quite a boost.[/i]