[What's life without a little murder? And it looks like his new friend's getting in on the fun! Those claws certainly look perfect for a little homicide. But there really are a lot of cultists here, aren't there? Too many, maybe.]
[He has an idea. A risky one, but he's too giddy to care now. He retreats, not so quickly that the cultists can't keep pace and try to surround him. Which they do, and that's perfect, because now he's closer to the lip of the volcano's caldera.]
[He'd just learned this one before he got here, what was the word to make the spell go? He can hear the ones behind him starting to close in--Oh! Right. He spins around to face the cultists behind him with a triumphant grin.] Detono!
[The spell's instantly drowned out by a thunderclap, the magic pushing the air in front of him so forcefully that it sends the cultists flying right over the edge of the crater. Perfect! Oh gods, the way that one over there had cartwheeled, it was hysterical, he couldn't not laugh at them. And now he had half as many cultists to deal with!]
So! [He turns back to the rest of them, smiling broadly, utterly dripping with priest blood.] Who wants a turn next, darlings?
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[He has an idea. A risky one, but he's too giddy to care now. He retreats, not so quickly that the cultists can't keep pace and try to surround him. Which they do, and that's perfect, because now he's closer to the lip of the volcano's caldera.]
[He'd just learned this one before he got here, what was the word to make the spell go? He can hear the ones behind him starting to close in--Oh! Right. He spins around to face the cultists behind him with a triumphant grin.] Detono!
[The spell's instantly drowned out by a thunderclap, the magic pushing the air in front of him so forcefully that it sends the cultists flying right over the edge of the crater. Perfect! Oh gods, the way that one over there had cartwheeled, it was hysterical, he couldn't not laugh at them. And now he had half as many cultists to deal with!]
So! [He turns back to the rest of them, smiling broadly, utterly dripping with priest blood.] Who wants a turn next, darlings?