[@Lugia][@Rapid Reader][@Bork Lazer]
Lightning bolt after lightnign bolt struck the [color=6ecff6]SKYSQUID[/color] and it thrashed about, having what was very much the Cephalopod approximation of a seizure. This movement, of course, caused the tentacles to dance about erractically-- smashing into the land with heavy blows or flailing about in an uncoordinated mess.

Then came the Warhammer.

In the middle of the seizure, the Warhammer descended from the sky, and landed with a HEAVY blow to the [color=6ecff6]SKYSQUID's[/color] body-- to say what happened next was anything other than gruesome would be a disservice. Like a stomped on cockroach, the body of the [color=6ecff6]SKYSQUID[/color] brust open, squirting its innards about in a brilliantly colored pink MESS as Fred's spell did it's work. Perhaps this spell was properly timed, for who could imagine how much worse the accurately colored [color=6ecff6]SKYSQUID[/color] insides would be? Tyroden probably could.

Almost simultaneously, the parted pieces of [color=6ecff6]SKYSQUID[/color] rather rapidly reshaped themselves, a the hole in the ground widened considerably under the forces of conflict. 

The party now witnessed the birth of baby [color=6ecff6]SKYSQUIDs[/color] without their consent.

These Warhammer divided and electrocuted sections of [color=6ecff6]SKYSQUID[/color] tore away from each other, up until they were fully divided. [color=6ecff6]SKYSQUID[/color] scales danced and moved about rapidly on these sections, taking tentacles with them, and flopping about on the ground as a horde of angry little bonemen approached. Now, the [color=6ecff6]SKYSQUID[/color] was two-- each section took only one eye with it-- and it was very much trying to [i]escape[/i] now.

Of course, now there was [i]yet another[/i] problem.

From the sky there rained down three massive harpoon-like "arrows"-- six feet long from tip to end. Each was tipped with glowing "metal" that looked molten, these arrows impacted the battleground with thunderous force, and stood in the sandy ground only feet away from the party members-- clearly having been intended for them. Upon the passing of ten seconds, these arrows exploded, with a burst of magically fueled heat and force-- the force clearly meant to push our heroes off of the strip of "land" if they stood too close to the edge or hole.

Approximately forty seconds would pass before another "volley" of three arrows were shot toward each party member, so there was some time to think about what exactly was happening, at least. Right?

[color=6ecff6]SKYSQUIDs[/color] really seemed intent on escape at the moment, still, but that didn't mean it wasn't just trying to get back into a position to ambush them.