Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:865/950 MP:1075/1150 SP: 130/130
Ah, yes. Patches. Real trustworthy name. Thankfully, they couldn't exactly kill each other while in the same party, and dropping party immediately would at least tip Amulak off and give him enough time to react.
Though currently, that point was moot. Trash mobs. Great. Literally only a hundred meters to the exit, and they get stuck with a massive wave of these fucks. Even with AoE spells, there were so many that he doubted either he or Patches had enough juice to take them all out in a stand-up fight. Of course, the passage ahead being sealed now seriously didn't help.
...Fuck it. They were steps away from the goal. And it didn't matter what condition they made it in, so long as they got there. Amulak grit his teeth, adjusting his grip on Raime's corpse with one hand while raising his staff in the other.
"Very close to end. Get cocksucker ghosts off us, clear blockade after. We go big dick, yes? I gather them up. You knock them down." He said, conjuring a Magical Mine at the base of the rubble blocking the way before starting a ten-word chant as he prepared an Arcane Vortex. A Mana Control boosted the magical storm as he aimed it at the center of the largest concentration of mobs he saw. Of course, he had a Plan B, but hopefully he wouldn't need to enact it. Hopefully.
HP:865/950 MP:1075/1150 SP: 130/130
Ah, yes. Patches. Real trustworthy name. Thankfully, they couldn't exactly kill each other while in the same party, and dropping party immediately would at least tip Amulak off and give him enough time to react.
Though currently, that point was moot. Trash mobs. Great. Literally only a hundred meters to the exit, and they get stuck with a massive wave of these fucks. Even with AoE spells, there were so many that he doubted either he or Patches had enough juice to take them all out in a stand-up fight. Of course, the passage ahead being sealed now seriously didn't help.
...Fuck it. They were steps away from the goal. And it didn't matter what condition they made it in, so long as they got there. Amulak grit his teeth, adjusting his grip on Raime's corpse with one hand while raising his staff in the other.
"Very close to end. Get cocksucker ghosts off us, clear blockade after. We go big dick, yes? I gather them up. You knock them down." He said, conjuring a Magical Mine at the base of the rubble blocking the way before starting a ten-word chant as he prepared an Arcane Vortex. A Mana Control boosted the magical storm as he aimed it at the center of the largest concentration of mobs he saw. Of course, he had a Plan B, but hopefully he wouldn't need to enact it. Hopefully.