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[b][u]Outside Thaum:[/b][/u]

[i]“I think you made it mad.”[/i]

“No kidding!” Lute exclaimed as a gigantic camera spiraled towards them. Atlas pulled him down and the two of them surfaced from the mud a few seconds later, both covered in grime and fish scales but otherwise unharmed. He felt well, less achy than a rough trip like that should have made him feel, only to be informed that the cleric “magic-schmagicked” (Dellie’s words) him. Cool. “Thanks for the uh, protective er… Yeah!” The virtuoso hollered towards Amy before returning his attention to the fox. He plopped the blobfish on his head and then held his sword flat above himself like it was a shield instead of a blade, the tip pressing against his palm as heavier loads of fish fell upon it by the second.

Hell, he can’t see with all the tails and fins falling down from heaven!

[i]"Maybe someone can go for it's eyes? Or it's feet perhaps?"[/i]

Distract it? Again? Oh gee whiz. Lute bit his lip as a dory slid down his hair, leaving a thick line of slime down the front of his face as it shimmied down his skin. He extended his hand, palm outstretched towards the raging fox, with a clear intent to stun it with a very, very loud sound.

He just didn’t calculate that the skies would cry goldfishes next, and that one, in some miracle, would manage to slip inside his shirt.

Let’s not go into detail about the slimy squishing sensation Lute suddenly felt on his back, but the stir made the virtuoso instinctively reach for his nape. As a result the wave stemming from his hand basically hit the creature, though the people near the fox would hear a slight ringing noise depending on their proximity. Thankfully, the fox heard enough; its ears flattened against its skull as it looked around for another boulder to flip at the Pride.

As he was about to try to right his failure, a barracuda slapped him on the face and Lute fell facedown.