"Do you hear that?" Clara shouted over the welcome sound of an exploding bolt almost ending the baneful existence of one of the now two [color=6ecff6]SKYSQUID[/color]. The flailing of the [color=6ecff6]SKYSQUID[/color] was a good sign. The necromancer felt a surge of optimism. Fleeing foes were for the moment not interesting foes. The real problem was the source of the exploding arrows. Explosions were most bothersome even to a wizard. "It sounds like some sort of machine."

Peaking out carefully from beneath the tragic mass of hamburgers, Clara tried to spot the source of the strange, mechanical noise. Before her eyes peaked over the horizon, she noted the large bridge of cephalopod flesh that had been left spanning the whole in the deadly field of flowers.