He watches as the bottle impacts against the shield, and fire engulfs the liquid as it splashes across it's surface. Little rivulets of fire drip down the surface of the shield to the wet deck but continue to burn as the flame eats up the alcohol like a hungry dog for a scrap of meat. Eyes like liquid metal reflect the flames and lightning back at the creature that rises from behind the shield. The barbed red tail swats uneasily against his heels as he bares his fangs like a cornered wolf. A snarl that is caught somewhere between a challenge and displeasure.
Nephrus clears a circle around himself. The long shafted sickle in hand swathing through the weaker creatures too close to him. Feet shift against the wet deck, doing his absolute best not to stumble. As the creature rushes in, he waits till the last moment, digs his feet in and slides out of the way, the shield makes contact with his shoulder, spinning him just a little off kilter. As he turns however it's enough to keep out of reach of the blade that splinters the deck.
The Tiefling wishes for a small moment that the rain would ease. If he could disperse the spore through them and ignite it he could do quite a lot of damage, but the water clinging to the air dampens the unseen spores that cling to the mossy patches of his sickle. Not this time. Using his Thaumatergy once more he creates a gust against the shield as it comes around. It's enough to slide the Druid backwards on the wet deck and when he stops sliding, putting space between them, he casts Flame Blade. It's a struggle at first, but as the blazing scimitar appears in his free hand, he roars back at the creature. The fire sizzles against the rain and it illuminates the space around him a good ten foot. He could deflect with his sickle and attack with his blade, but ultimately he wants to kite him as long as he can. Nephrus was quick. He had that going for him, and perhaps keeping the big guy busy would buy others time and save lives too. At least until he could come up with a better plan.
"Come on then. Taste my flesh..."
Nephrus clears a circle around himself. The long shafted sickle in hand swathing through the weaker creatures too close to him. Feet shift against the wet deck, doing his absolute best not to stumble. As the creature rushes in, he waits till the last moment, digs his feet in and slides out of the way, the shield makes contact with his shoulder, spinning him just a little off kilter. As he turns however it's enough to keep out of reach of the blade that splinters the deck.
The Tiefling wishes for a small moment that the rain would ease. If he could disperse the spore through them and ignite it he could do quite a lot of damage, but the water clinging to the air dampens the unseen spores that cling to the mossy patches of his sickle. Not this time. Using his Thaumatergy once more he creates a gust against the shield as it comes around. It's enough to slide the Druid backwards on the wet deck and when he stops sliding, putting space between them, he casts Flame Blade. It's a struggle at first, but as the blazing scimitar appears in his free hand, he roars back at the creature. The fire sizzles against the rain and it illuminates the space around him a good ten foot. He could deflect with his sickle and attack with his blade, but ultimately he wants to kite him as long as he can. Nephrus was quick. He had that going for him, and perhaps keeping the big guy busy would buy others time and save lives too. At least until he could come up with a better plan.
"Come on then. Taste my flesh..."