Asura gave Trent a rather lazy look. Well as lazy a look as a slime could muster. [color=red]"Why does everyone assume there is a god or maker or something? And why does everyone assume they have a plan?"[/color] He asked as the undead rats claws skipped across his mostly liquid body. It stung but that was it. So moving quickly he engulfed the rats head and tried to Crush the thing within his body. Pretty much Smashing inwards.

The others went on the offensive now, the wisps having fired off their shots. They were too high up for him to really get them and he didn't want to expend his Stamina throwing things. So he just tried to Analyze the ghost wisps any way he could. Magical Analysis first since he had that, then just a basic Analyze, and lastly Analyzing all the spells and skills floating about. Maybe he could learn something? Like full on Analysis of Creatures and Skills? Maybe even learn a skill since he didn't want magic.

The angry burbling got a slight smirk from him. [color=red]"It's fine Mother Slime. Just watch for bads from back."[/color] He called back to her, he and Trent were more than tanky enough up front for now. Not that Ardur really needed a tank since he could fly out of melee range and bring Steve with him.