Petunia looks worriedly at Firefern. "Will it work much longer?"
"No way to tell," Firefern replies.
One of the two creatures is still fluttering around looking lost, as if it can't figure out what it ought to be doing, even as its companion lines up for another attack run.
This one is more difficult. Leysa is huddled next to a tree, the others are at the canyon walls, so a high speed pass is out of the question... unless the angle was
just right.
It aims for Lysander, even as a hail of incoming spells and a sling bullet reach out towards it. It must slow as it flies at him, becoming more vulnerable, but such is it's savagery that it does not seem to care.
It again manages to give him a nasty nip, this time for 5 pts damage. But it pays a price. Struck by all sorts of things, including, at the last moment, an arrow, it flops to the ground near Despair, twitching like a dying fish.
An arrow?
Yes.
With Leysa and Despair and the Fairies around, the visual description of "person" is rather broad. This one is about five feet tall with a long, sinewy by build, short legs, long tail... and fur. It's running towards you and shouting.
Shouting excitedly, though some of the vocabulary seems puzzling.
"Zootles! Good Fortune With Extra Gravy, Wizards! You're Wizards!"