Team Green-Water Slide to hell
In reply to Schism (msg # 61):
Even as the cave walls of the tunnel below weaken and shudder, the water swirls and gurgles. Merna seems horrified, as if recognizing the reasoning behind such strange liquid movements. Sure enough, the reason is clear.
Even as the tunnel below collapses with Schism and Puddle's efforts, at the last moment the Atlantean himself shoots up into the room. Clearly far faster than any of the other infected, he managed to bypass his minions to arrive in the room. He lands on one knee, His free hand on the ground to steady himself. His other hand held a golden trident, but it looks rusted and twisted. Clearly the magic sustaining the weapon was leaving it as the life had left the man holding it.
The Atlantean rose, his glowing red eyes observing the room. Clear feral intelligence was there, although weather or not he could be reasoned with quickly was answered as he roared and snarled. He briefly laid his gaze upon Merna, who returned his anger with her own rage. She gestured, and formed the water trident once more, ready to face off with her former husband.
OOC-Roll initiative!