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[color=E3485D]“It's a Krovar.”[/color] 

Pythia's bestiary knowledge seemed to come in handy, though she knew that the creature was more than what it seemed. Krovar's were dangerous enough by themselves, but this was a [i]corrupted[/i] krovar. Pythia had little doubt about it as she saw the sparkle of malum energy and the grotesque mutations. Normally, krovar didn't have huge protruding spikes coming out of their skull and body nor did it have eyes of fire and death. There was little doubt in Pythia's mind that whoever was attacking the barge had planned it from the start and their wicked magic had transformed things in the forest beyond just mere birds. It was a sentiment that did not make her feel comfortable. At the very least she was glad she was with a group, outlaws or not, or at least she did before everyone appeared to be running around like a headless chicken. All save for a small amount of them. 

A flurry of magic was shot forward and even with Etolie having an elemental advantage there was still a nervousness that swelled up in Pythia's stomach. 

However, the immediate reaction Lazulin had made might've just made the battle a bigger, longer fight than Pythia wanted it to be. But this was of no fault of Laz's or anybody else. Normally, a necrotic spell would've still been a necrotic spell even if the creature had resistances to it through mutation, but for some reason whoever had changed the monster had planned for magic to try to interfere and “coded” a biological reaction to any malum magic that was not their own. It was the reason the creature's bones began to crack rather than the flesh's armor beginning to rot. 

The creature howled in anguish as more spikes seemed to rip out of its body, Pythia's eyes wide as the mountains of Gala, as it foamed at the mouth and charged the one with the largest sword in the group. At the moment, Pythia couldn't even recall his name, though she knew that her magic would be the least effective against an earth-blessed creature with malum corruption in its bones. If she were to help him she would have to act tactfully or hope that Etolie and the rest knew what they were doing. And given she didn't trust or respect those around her it was likely going to be the former over the latter.

[b][color=E3485D]“It's charging!”[/color][/b] She exclaimed, as she tried to get a better position.
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