"But leaving this... [i]thing[/i]... here could be dangerous. Especially if it runs into someone else who isn't prepared to find it." Druid Girl protested, though not convincingly, when Steppe Archer voiced her opinion of them retreating from this new, strange creature. "Let me try something." She added, before closing her eyes and focusing.

... And a few seconds passed, then she opened her eyes with a very... Complicated... expression on her face.

"I... I can't talk with it... No, it's more like it can't communicate at all. It's like trying to talk with a-- Ah..." Druid Girl's explanation was interrupted, as th big red lizard of the group both informed the girls of what this creature was, what it was weak to, and performing an unceremenoeous punt to it, which sent splatterings of goo flying. Druid Girl stood in blatant stupification at the sight. There was no evidence that this creature was hostile or even knew they were present, nor did it have any means to visually or audibly convey intent... And this lizardman had just gone ahead and kicked it... And now he was staring at the... Ceiling?

Unfortunately for Big Red, he had vastly overstimated the slimes. There was nothing on the ceiling or walls... And having taken his eye off the one he had just kicked, he'd also learn that even if these creatures were weak to blunt damage, they weren't so fragile to be destroyed by a single blow. He'd also learn taht, when provoked, this kid of monster was quite mobile.

With a sound similar to that of a waterballoon hitting a brick wall, the green goop-pile launched itself forward, and latched onto Big Red's shin - on the same leg that had been used to kick it. While initially feeling like nothing more than cool, gooey gel that was moving around on its own, the lizard would soon begin to feel an unpleasant, and increasingly intensifying, burning sensatio. Any pice of his pants that had been caught in the slimes body would also quickly begin to tatter and fray, before seeming to dissolve and vanish into the goop.

Attempts at punching the creature would result in little more than sending a few more splatterings of jelly around. Tryiing to stomp or shake it off resulted in nothing more than the creature shifting its position, sucking on harder to the leg and being very stubbronly adamant about not letting go. Trying to peel it off or grab it would just result in fingers passing through the gelatine-like body as if it were wet, soppy pudding and would do nothing more than burn fingers or gloves.

"Wha-- Big Red! Are you alright!?"  The druid exclaimed as she watched the being of snot-like substance latch on and cling to her ally's leg. "S-should I cast my frost-spell at it? I uh... I can't promise it won't hit you as well though..." She asked, offered and then reconsidered, before turning to their Archer-friend. "M-maybe you can scare it off with the torch? Just be careful not to burn the bigt guy... Or set him on fire..." She was a bit... Panicky... In her speech. Though for good reasons; as an unknown, unfamiliar and alien threat was now trying to make noms outta her companion's limb.