Zavakri watches in amazement as Brutrumukk hacks away at the brambles in the path- and at the call of caution her hair rises in a catlike manner in surprise at the unexpected voice...

But even more astounding was the sheer size of those serpents.

"Now that's just inconvenient! Doesn't anyone realize that muscle mass rises on a linear algorithm opposed to weight's exponential growth? Each pound of muscle over a certain point approaches a critical mass that renders the creature's body inefficient! If they get any larger they might be incapable of even moving! What do they eat? Do they eat Bobs? Is that even a good source of sustenance? They would have to sleep more hours of the day just to function! Are snakes cold blooded, too? How do they regulate their body temperatures? Why am I the only one who seems to think this is wrong? It's wrong! They shouldn't be able to get that big!"

She brandishes her orb, caught up on her own ramble and fixating on their possible inability to regulate body temperature;

[i]Temperature equals X, reducing the value is simple...[/i]

And a frigid bolt of energy arcs through the air, geometrically moving in a jagged and jarring manner, to write out a simple equation reducing the temperature by a large factor, and when it strikes the Snake frost spreads over the creature. Take that, snake B. Take that.

She then sidesteps rapidly to be behind Bob, leaning out around the snail to watch the fight in a nosy manner.

[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/23655]Ray of Frost says 24 to hit![/url]
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/23656]3 Damage! Speed reduced by 10![/url]