Shortly after Schnupfen arrived and lent his efforts to the chaotic clamor, the dungeon keepers really started getting results. For one, the cleric quite suddenly found himself a head shorter. The reason for this wasn't immediately apparent, but it stood to reason that it related to his contact with the guillotine shrine, and Schnupfen wasn't about to argue with the results. With the majority of the invaders' magic-users down for the count, they were almost out of adventurers who could actually do anything about the semi-corporeal shadow. This was simply the reality of hyper-specialization; although Schnupfen's holy weakness and magic allergy meant that he could be easily countered and completely shut down in most situations, any party that lacked (or happened to lose) its counters would inadvertently give the specter his win condition. Of course, he wasn't strong enough right now to completely trounce his foes once the scales tipped in his favor, but now Schnupfen could cease his toothless sideshow and actually get in on the action.

Still, the continued presence of one mage amongst the remaining would-be heroes gave Schnupfen pause. A single spell could still leave him a snotty, sobbing mess, sprawled out on the stone floor in a puddle of his own ectoplasm and vulnerable to attack. Now that the dungeon keepers had the numbers advantage, he didn't actually need to throw himself into the melee and start clawing, so he loomed overhead a moment to think. As much as the supposed creative Schnupfen didn't want to rehash his greatest hit, dropping a rock on someone did strike him as a pretty great idea. [i]Good old rock. Nothing beats that.[/i] He was a bit paranoid that the same trick wouldn't work on the boy wonder again, but in truth it was his internal bias that persuaded him to target the final mage instead of the high-priority Hero. Even better, it seemed like he and Zogi were on the same wavelength as the goblin snatched a knife and ran forward to shank the spellcaster. To Schnupfen it seemed very, very likely that he would meet his end once more on Danny's sword as the wannabe rounded on the goblin to protect his ally, but even if Zogi's efforts were doomed to fail, they were just the distraction that the shadow needed.

Floating above the marauders with a grapefruit-sized chunk of granite in hand, Schnupfen took aim and dropped a rock once more, his psychadelic eyes bulging in gleeful anticipation of that delicious sound of stone cracking skull.