[right][h3][b][color=firebrick]Blaike Fremont[/color][/b][/h3][/right][hr][b]Location::[/b] Ferris Woods, ??? [b]Date::[/b] 21st Sun of Ondine [b]Interactions::[/b] Artemisia, Avaddon, Balder, Edgar, Ianthe, Luna, and Mitra[hr] As soon as he confirmed nothing was going to attempt a back attack, he thrust his arm out towards the Malboro, launching more fire towards each of its eyes the best he could. Regardless, it wasn't hard for him to deduce that this fight was going rather swimmingly, though he did feel a little bad for not consoling the disconcerted priestess, who continued to stand there, petrified. Where was a Gold Needle when they needed it? While Blaike was thankful that there was some minor assistance from the enchanting black mage, he felt a bit of light tingling creeping up his back. He had a bad feeling as he kept his focus on the creature, only to watch as crossbow bolts flew at the creatures mouth, causing a decent explosion that blended together with Mitra's. Following that assault, Blaike noticed a couple of things as his hand began to glow a burning orange for a moment. For starters, those crystals that fractured off the creature caught his attention and gave him a strange sensation of being off and familiarity. He could collect samples for studying in the labs later, but for now he had to focus on the big picture at hand. Speaking of which, he noted that Artemisia had swapped targets, instead aiming her Aero's at the thick tendril that was aiming to snare the rustic lass. [color=firebrick]"Hmph, a paltry showing for the beast,"[/color] he muttered with a smirk as he clasped his hands shut, snuffing out the flame before opening his hands to reveal... apparently nothing to the untrained eye. Guess it was his turn to assist the enchanting mage and the knight as he squinted at the place the former had struck, took aim, and let loose the Aero towards it. Hopefully that would be enough to deepen the tentacles would enough to sever it from Ianthe. Or weaken it to the point where she could slice it off with no worries. Either or worked. [color=firebrick]"Save the venerations for [i]after[/i] we've reduced this monster to cinders,"[/color] he barked out as his hand began to glow a fiery red once more before pausing and glancing over to the panicked priestess. [color=firebrick]"Luna, how are you holding uh-oh..."[/color] Congratulated the group a bit too soon there Artemisia as the monster belched and expelled noxious gas. Great, it used Bad Breath and the party was all clumped together. He figured it would of been a better idea to move to the side, but the other mage in the party decided it would be a better plan to hold back the gas instead of moving back. Would of been a decent plan if it wasn't for the wall it created, but regardless, they could work around this. [color=firebrick]"Considering the intelligence those Minibros displayed from earlier, Abaddon, Ianthe, Mitra, keep your distance; the mother Malboro might attempt to drag you into the gas. However, the gas should dissipate in a minute or so."[/color] Wait a sec', their proctor was knocked out and could [i]easily[/i] be pulled into the fumes if they weren't careful. Sighing and shaking his head, Blaike began to form an Aero in his hand, but didn't cast it, instead keeping watch on any tendrils that may slither up and grapple one of them. If he saw one going for one of his companions, he would send his Aero towards it. Despite this all, he still had that same itching feeling in the back of his head - that some Minibros may attempt to ambush them all from behind. It was the perfect time to do so and weighed a bit on his mind when it came to his next move.