Interacting With: [@Martian]

Dylirius found himself in a difficult situation. When he heard the Spore’s warning and didn’t have the chance to prevent an inevitable cloud of paralysis from enveloping his potential customer. Giving the lesser demon seconds to decide, if he wanted to get stuck alongside the soon-to-be cranky toad, or rush off to safety and leave the Bullywug to his fate. So that way he’d be able to come back and offer his assistance. Having the benefit of helping the warrior out of a dilemma—assuming he wasn’t too stubborn or angry to accept it. 

On the other hand, if the Bullywug saw Dylirius fleeing the scene alone, and didn’t realize the myconid created these stunning spores in the first place…

[color=FFBF00][i]Oh dear—I wish you wouldn’t have done that.[/i][/color] Dylirius thought, before softly exhaling and opening his extended paw that was meant for a handshake. With enough quickness to focus on a particular herb stem, thinking about its rough feel and light green color, plus any extra details that he needed in order to perfect its creation. Thankfully, it was easier for Dylirius to use his herbal alchemy on things that he had grown familiar with. Yet another reason that he had put so many things inside of his mouth.


[color=FFBF00][i]And I just replenished my mana earlier.[/i][/color] Dylirius lamented, as his claw tips began to shimmer with a crimson red light. [color=FFBF00]“Here stranger. Stick this in your mouth, and suck the juice out of its stem.”[/color] The cat insisted, while quickly inserting one of two long green leafy stems inside of his maw. Which somehow spawned inside his no-longer-glowing paw, right before the Bullywug’s eyes. 

Holding out the other one for the Bullywug to take, just as the large area got completely covered. Able to bite down onto the stem tip and taste its bitter slime that soon coated his whole tongue. [color=FFBF00]“That’ll let you speak and breathe without any trouble, as long as you keep it in there.”[/color] Dylirius elaborated, while still grinding the stem in-between his teeth. Though unless Phaid had already done what was said, and hadn’t tried to escape the burst of fog on his own. The toad could've had a bigger problem, than being unable to move for a few hours. Since it turns out that breathing in a haze of toxic spores—wasn’t the best thing for one’s lungs. Who knew?