[center][h1]Don't Panic[/h1][/center]


The events that transpired would only leave Masrith in complete confusion. Before Masrith could even try to speak to the creature that he had resurrected, it had committed a horrible deed. Masrith covered his ears as it panicked yet it did nothing to shield him from its psionic screeches of agony. As he watched it willingly surrender itself to death in such a horrid fashion, it gave Masrith a chill down his spine. Though his biggest concern was wasting his mana on something that wanted to kill itself. Masrith recoiled a bit when he watched as the slime began to glow. He was surrounded and he immediately glanced toward the exit he had marked. He quickly looked to ensure he was not standing on loose ground. Being in a trap would only make things worse. He looked around trying to keep his composure. He was ready to order his Angels to attack when he saw the slime take form.


The creature that approached Masrith spoke but it did nothing that would actually ease his mind of the predicament. When the woman shaped slime approached, Masrith raised his staff in a cautious manner. He was not demonstrating aggressiveness but he made sure that he was not comfortable and would fight should he need to. The creatures voice was sweet which did in fact through Masrith off but it only made his suspicions worse. [Color=turquoise]What you are saying does not make what I'm seeing any less disturbing but if you truly have no intention of harming me, then what you will here me say may sound offensive but it is not meant to be hostile, just cautious.[/color] Masrith did not take his eyes off of the woman that stood before him but he did direct his voice toward his Angels. [Color=turquoise]Archangel, take to the air, if any slime is to try to drop down on us, use your superior maneuverability to kill it. Principality, back to back with me, should anything move closer to me in any direction without my being notified first, eliminate it with extreme prejudice. My Angels, for now, consider myself and you two the only friendlies here, do not engage in combat unless the situation as described happens or unless I order to do so by speech or by my endangerment.[/color] Masrith gathered his thoughts, he was ready, he didn't want to fight but he was more than willing to to save his own life. He wasn't sure how his Angels would do against these slimes but he had no choice. Though with all the bodies here, he was sure necromancy would help if needed.

He full focus was no toward the slime woman though he never took his eyes off of it. [Color=turquoise]Mind of Undeath.[/color] Masrith castes this spell to help protect him against mind altering magic. He didn't know what caused that beast to want death but he didn't want the same thoughts or fate. [Color=turquoise]Before you say another word, I'm going to ask several questions. If you stray from answering them then we are done. First question, where am I? Second question, why did that creature dive into the slime like it was going for gold in the Olympics? Third question, when I revived that creature, the moment its senses came back, it made no hesitation in its suicide. Why is that? He immediately knew he was no longer in a situation where he wasn't inside this things. That dead man up there has rotting face that seems to be smiling. It would seem it is like an addiction. My last question, what are you?[/color]

To say Masrith was on edge was an understatement but he was already thinking if a way out. He had no intention of sharing the same fate as so many other creatures. He would turn everything in this cavern to ash if he had to. Masrith held his staff up, he was ready to attack should it be needed, he was focused and determined. His heart practically beating out of his chest, he would not let his guard down no matter what. He was unsure of how the creature would respond. This whole situation was unnerving but Masrith knew had to stay calm and plan a way to escape if needed.