"Weeeeeeeeeeee! Nahnahnahnahnah! Catch me if you can!" Mercury was having way too much fun kiting level one and two enemies. The mage was weaving through the woods, egg held high above his head to attract the attention of every pheasant in sight. A flash off to his right made him change course to see what was happening. He burst into a clearing -- not slowing on account of the mob of angry birds hot on his tail -- and saw a few players taking on quite a few...

"Snakes!" Mercury dove without hesitation into the mass of snakes, either not seeing or not caring (or just being stupid and not thinking) about the players attacking said snakes. The snakes were so focused on the attacking players, and the magician's entrance had been so sudden, that they barely noticed him as he slipped through their seething mass of scaled bodies. They certainly noticed the buffet line of pheasants that followed though, and suddenly snakes and pheasants were all jumbled together in one huge noisy cesspit of fun. 

One snake, and Mercury would swear that it was the same one that killed him, took notice of the nimble mage and shot towards him headfirst. "Time's Backhand!" Mercury shot straight up off the ground, and the snake hit nothing but air. Unfortunately, Mercury's aim had been slightly terrible, and he was left hanging, literally, clinging to his sword's hilt, the blade impaled a few inches into a floating rock. His predicament looked comically like he was holding onto a big balloon. The mage didn't seem to mind just "hanging out" though. He waved energetically to the sparky guy who was standing atop the rock a few feet away. "Hiya! Whatcha doin'?" He couldn't tell if he could be heard over the cacophony of dying pheasants and ravenous snakes, so Mercury tried yelling it.