Almost as suddenly as it had begun the fight was over; the combined attacks of the four of them together was too much for the ROUS to handle and the creature died in pain while desperately trying to get away from them. As the last echoes of its shriek faded away and the only sounds left were the gentle babbling of the stream and the crackling of a burgeoning forest fire, Oberon couldn’t find it in him to feel happy about this victory.

Ash was the first to move, sounding a little too cheerful about the prospect of cutting the oversized rodent apart and bringing the Sprite’s attention back to the rapidly spreading flames from the Fireball he had thrown a moment ago. By the time Oberon had gotten himself together to do something about it, Torrent already seemed to have the situation well in hand, leaving him to just keep an eye on things and to lend a hand if needed. It probably would have been better to use earth rather than water to smother the fire, but neither he nor Torrent had access to that kind of magic as far as he knew; though the Lesser Wurm could probably just fling dirt over it given the way she could dig.

The sun was starting to set over their camp, the bright, clean light of day turning red as shadows began to stretch across the ground. It would probably be time for them to retreat to their cave soon, seeking shelter from the dark until the morning when they would need to deal with the meeting with the Goblin tribe from earlier; it felt like so long ago now since Rags Nar had found them after the Black Knight had blown up the mountain as a warning. It had been a long day.

He watched the long, thing shadows of the treelines as they grew, stretching towards him like skeletal fingers, and was reminded of something he had seen within the analysis of the Giant Rat. Among the creature’s weaknesses and strengths, the system had listed two new elements that he was not familiar with or had experienced yet; shadow and poison. The Sprite had already considered the idea of Shadow magic being a thing, in opposition to his own Light magic, but poison was new; possibly the system was referring to actual poison, like the globs and spit that Torrent and Ash used in combat, but the way it was worded made him think it was something else.

[color=f49ac2]“Hey Ash?”[/color] Oberon flew towards the Pygmy Drake, pointedly ignoring what she was currently doing to the fresh corpse in front of her and focused on her instead. [color=f49ac2]“Do you have any Poison magic? Or are your poison attacks all natural?”[/color]

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