Nicoli, in a lot of pain, was not enjoying this fight like he had been mere moments ago, before he had been badly burned. He took the brief moment of respite to analyze the situation and he had to admit that it was not looking good for him. He would have to make some sort of game changing difference, or flee.

He watched as the horrific creature came running out of the fire despite the powerful explosion. What’s more is that as soon as he heard his opponents claw connect with the roof above him he knew what was going to happen and he knew what he needed to do. He through a smoke bomb down at his feet, letting the dark grey fog spread out thirty feet all around him and obscure him inside.

He didn’t need to see to know what to do next, despite the pain his burn hand grabbed at his pouch once again and this time he threw an adhesive gel out roughly eight feet in front of him, if the skeleton ran across it, it would at the very least slow him down if not trip him up and stop him completely.

He didn’t have the energy to try and run he decided, not without risking more damage to his body. So, he turned in the direction he knew the Cat-Demon would be coming from and hefted his long sword up, point first and braced it with his body, and his body against the wall. He felt as the knife dick deep into his already burned arm, piercing the muscle of his bicep with ease. If the creature was set on blindly rushing him he would find the long sword thrusted out and up into him.