[center][h1][color=bf7300][u]L a n d o n[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]  • The Dungeon - Frost Slime Room • [/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]Landon grimaced at the fierce warning Elian leveled at him, but managed to fire back a wink and a quip.  "The chain wasn't what I was thinking it would be nice to lick right now!"

[i]Yeah, super A-grade class right there,[/i] he thought to himself.  He wasn't actually sure if he was being serious or sarcastic about that thought, either, but he had a sudden epiphany that he let his mouth say things without thinking because he was too focused on what he was doing with his body.

Like, hanging upside down from a frigid chain of metal in the middle of a death dungeon...

It was Tessa's warning that got his attention really quickly.  The one person in the room that he felt wouldn't mind seeing him die, and she was the one calling out his name.  It was so bizarre that it snapped his attention immediately upward, and he saw the slime drip down towards him in a sudden rush as adrenaline pumped into his veins.  He swore as he released his legs from around the chain and fell downward, his reflexes kicking into overdrive as he yanked three bolts from his quiver at once.  But the first strike was from the slime as it darted down to grab hold of his foot...

Landon cried out from the sudden, intense cold that penetrated his boot, but on a certain level, he knew it should have been much worse.  What...?

Then he recognized the warm, prickly feeling of a buff directly under his skin, and realized he needed to thank Elian later.  He finished his quick-draw and fired off the bolts rapidly: one that created a whirlwind from a motorized fan built into the tip, a fan powered by a wind crystal, that forced the slime back upward (and off of his boot, to his foot's relief) toward the ceiling and pressed it there; the second was a fiery-tipped bolt that was similar to the flame buff he gave to the tanks, except it imbued the target's cells itself with the enchantment, creating a damage-over-time incendiary effect at the cellular level.

The third was an explosive bolt, set to wide dispersal as a last-second alteration at Elian's request.

The frost slime mass that was pressed against the ceiling suddenly became hot napalm that sprayed out to all sides in a gout of liquid heat.  This liquid showered a wide area around the room, more frost slimes becoming melty puddles as they were doused with superheated splatters, and fortunately in a circular wave that hit the area around the party instead of hitting them.  This also had the side benefit of reducing a lot of the building frost to sloppy puddles.

Landon had no time to congratulate himself as he continued to fall toward the floor.  Another flick of his wrist and fingers, and he popped the cork off of a sky-blue vial and downed its contents right as he approached the ground.  He suddenly slowed in his fall to the point where he actually swayed in the air from side-to-side like a feather, and he lightly touched the ground with a flourish as he loaded another explosive bolt, this one loaded with fireworks that he had originally intended as a distraction.  But an idea had entered his mind at Elian's suggestion.

"Hey, Red!" shouted Landon, getting Redsky's attention just long enough to wave his crossbow bolt.  "Amp this bolt to make it as hot as you are, will ya?  Trust me, you're gonna like it!"

And he fired it in a path directly toward the exit Graves had indicated.  Redsky jabbed her splayed hand after it like she was attempting to call it back, and fire arced from her hand into the noisy firework, which went from a whistling, snapping shower of sparks to a torrential inferno of shimmering flames that washed the floors, walls and pillars with molten light.  It was like someone turned up the water pressure on a mobile sprinkler...except, fire.  Slimes and frost alike melted away in the sheer incandescent beam, and it only dissipated after it had traveled from the party's location all the way into the mouth of the exit they were looking at.

"Open, sez me!" quipped Landon as he relit the cig in his mouth that had gone out from an errant droplet of water sprayed from deceased slimes.  "That work for ya, Elly?"