[h3][color=a2d39c][b][center]Ntaj Zoov Yaaj[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[Center][color=a2d39c][b]Location:[/b][/color] At the camp-turned-battlefield
[color=a2d39c][b]Actions:[/b][/color] Running towards his tent[/center]

Sure enough the red mist was on the attack. The mist was moving towards Sana, the spellcaster who had summoned the wall of ice. How powerful would such a spell be, and if it was strong, just how powerful was Sana? Not that Ntaj really knre nor cared, only that he understood what sort of a threat this mist was. Ntaj was readied to charge and was about to do so when a voice in his head reminded him that his weapons wouldn't harm the mist. Even if this creature wasn't exactly a spirit or ghost, it was still some sort of physical mist-like creature. Keystone ran to engage it in combat, but Ntaj wasn't certain how effective Keystone could be. Ntaj wasn't certain how effective he would be if he just went over there to attack it.

It was perhaps cowardly, maybe even foolish, but Ntaj did not attack the mist. Not immediately. Instead Ntaj ran towards his tent. It was a far bit always considering the battlefield at the moment, and he could see that more magic was at work binding the skeletons to the local flora. While Ntaj was almost certain that it was one of his allies who had cast the spell the half-naked half-orc also was certain that the magic could ensnare him as well. And the last thing he'd want to do is trip and fall like he did with those orange peels. Still there was little time to waste: he'd need to get to his tent, grab his holy-water flail, and charge the mist monster as soon as he could. Ntaj was careful to avoid slipping on any loose fruit, sticks, vines, or other obstructions as he ran to the tent to grab his other weapon.