[center][h1][b][color=silver]Lazash[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

[quote]Meanwhile, inside the cave, the Flak Beetle hadn't yet reacted to the mushrooms beneath it suddenly shooting their spores all over the place. When Lazash unleashed her Fire Bolt, however, it scuttled backwards further along the ceiling, into the narrow tunnel. It rustled the shell plates over its wings aggressively---but still, it did not attack yet.

Lazash would take a stroke from the lashing tendrils over her shoulder, drawing blood and leaving a stinging welt. Two other tendrils struck the spots where the spores had coated the stones, and immediately withdrew back into the mushrooms that had spawned them.

The Fire Bolt hit the mushrooms---and a leftover cloud of spores. In a phenomenon known as a "dust explosion," the fine-grains of fungal matter went up in a great "whoosh," though thankfully it wasn't exactly a "bomb." Nonetheless, Lazash and Vola were nearly blinded by the instant flash and felt their bodies come close to singing as the heat washed over them. The mushrooms, on the other hand, actually shrieked as they burned---not because they had vocal chords, but because of some property of air escaping their formerly swollen spore pods and tendril "mouths" as the flames consumed them.

Within seconds only blacked, shriveled husks were left. [/quote]

Lazash's arms came up to protect her face and eyes from the explosion as the palpable wave of nigh-singing heat wash past her as the hot air sought to escape. A dust explosion, here?! The only saving grace was that it was such a small-scale one, given the ones she'd seen in the course of her education about architecture and design. Yet even if the mushrooms weren't nessecarily screaming, the sound being akin to that was certainly something to hear as well as the pustule-like swollen caps burnt suddenly from her Fire Bolt. It was akin to letting air out of a whoopie cushion somewhat to her mind, though the screaming-like quality certainly made it seem more menacing than she felt it was. Still, the female orc runt would lower her arms after the blast had finished. 

[quote=Vola][color=lightblue]“Nice shot.”[/color][/quote]

For a moment she was almost relieved, giving a momentary nod to the other orc runt with her, though another immediately hit her mind as she held her now-hot pointy stick and kept her eyes up on the narrow passage. Because while the mushrooms had been dealt with, certainly, there was still something else in this cave that had been near and it had the monkier of being a "Flak Beetle". Did that mean it-

[quote]The Flak Beetle, having withdrawn even further from the flames, chose this moment to expand its wings and point its mandibles at the two Runts with a hiss.

They saw its glowing thorax expand as the light within it intensified. And then as the beetle released that pressure through its mouth, a second bolt of flame lit up the cave, racing towards them![/quote]

[color=silver]"SHI-"[/color]

It was perhaps the most expressive Lazash had allowed herself to sound, but mostly the half-shouted curse word only came out as the female Orc Runt dove hard to her left to try to put some distance between her and the Flak Beetle without a second thought. She did not even so much as hear Vola's warning for the most part, survival instincts kicking in as pure adrenaline kicked in. Lazash would try to hit the ground with a roll so she could iun theory get back up on her feet more quickly using the momentum, thus hopefully allowing her better ascertain the situation and again hold up her free hand pointed toward where the Flak Beetle was. The idea was to at leaast be prepared to use a second Fire Bolt, if nothing else, not that it'd probably be the best idea if this thing was ALSO firing off fire bolts.

If she got to this intended point with her actions, if she saw the Flak Beetle try to shoot a bolt at her again she'd fire one right back! Worst case they had to run for the exit, perhaps, if it started a cave-in. Right? Maybe. Was all she had effective against the stupid thing right noow anyway, and it was a rather imperfect situation overall to be most frank to boot.  

...But the old addage perhaps rung true here: "Fight fire with fire." Especially since none of them had any water spells or such helpful tools to use right now anyway. She'd rather be alive and grab something on the way back to the camp or another cave entrance than die here at least. Likely her compatriot would want to stay alive, she figured, as well....hopefully. 

[@Unkown58][@Zeroth]