Childish mental giggling. That was what Shazar manifested when he heard the hurried movements of his adversary deeper into the passage. Sure he could tell the drow wasn't snared; after all, no screaming. No bones getting crushed to bits. No cries for mercy. It'd been nice iffin it got her, for the rogue would've had quite a show! But based on all the bones round these parts, he wasn't exactly expecting a quick kill. 'N sure enough.. not a sob. However, this was just a prelude to the real show. The witch done smoked the place up for a reason. Odds are she either could see into it or cast more profane spells upon it and so see within it all the same. Safety within it was a foolish notion. And as shambling bones were shouted at by the very [i]not-tentacle-crushed[/i] angered dark elf, that about cinched the deal. Creepy sorts would be on him in short order to flush him out or gut him on the spot. Aw'rite. Ditching concentrating on the tentacles, it was time to get showy. Sure he was a dexterous man but dodging the dead's diseased limbs clutching onto rusted up shit weapons wasn't befitting his self-perception of [b]glory.[/b] The blood within, the [i]dragon blood[/i] within, boiled for conquest. So within his proximity of the fog, the smoke darkened a hint more.. and then erupted. Lord of the Sky, ironically named given its application here. Typically an evocation spell used by Bahamut initiate orders to quell wyverns, our friend flew off the ground horizontally and with a surprising mixture of speed & maneuverability -- a dark coating on his eyes betrayed by shiny white teeth flashing a harsh grin as his backside flirted with the rock pattern overhead. There wasn't too much height to this neck of the cave but enough to get out of a few arms' reach for a moment. There wasn't a real way for him to exit the fog at this time, nor was there a need to. If it came to mobility.. the humanoid missile was glad to demonstrate it in circling spades upon his would-be brethren once very permanently removed. Feet softly clicking together, Shazar was borderline like the drawn depiction of a pixie floating in the air -- were it not for him egging on skeletal warriors to attack him while licking his lips for what was to come. [hr] "[i]Gonna have to rid myself of these pests, ain't I. Not very coo'..[/i]" Mused the rogue internally. Still. Ah to be a [i]Sky Lord.[/i] In his head, he looked like this: [hider=The Image Within] [img]https://i.imgur.com/E2FGOs0.jpeg[/img][/hider] Sure minus the modernity, the well kept hair, the toned body, the literal wings, the implication of open skies versus him being in a suffocating cave full of corner to corner fog, th- listen, the point was he was able to fly and that was great.