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[hr][@Rune_Alchemist][@PKMNB0Y][@Click This][@Crusader Lord]
[Color=lightgreen]"Fer fahk's sake!"[/color] Donovan cursed as he laid eyes on the gelatinous monster tearing apart the hunters that had no doubt been waiting for the expedition team to step out of the ruins. While he'd been expecting Soyala to have some kind of 'welcoming committee' prepared, Don hadn't expected things to already be going down the shitter already. 

Without so much as a single word to tip off anyone to his intention, Donovan surged forward; hammer held tightly in hand. From what he could tell, the damn creature was amorphous and likely didn't have any bones or normal organs. However, the upper humanoid portion of the monster didn't seem to shift at all... Maybe its vitals were up in that area? There was only one way to know for sure.

Rushing the massive blob with [b][Divine Haste][/b], Donavan launched himself above the creature and swung the point of his warhammer down at what seemed to be the head; aiming to cast [b][Point Fracture][/b] through his weapon the moment it made contact.