The mimic gives a shake, like a dog after waking. It's been dormant a long, long time in the absence of food. But now? Salivating, it crawls forward in a spider-like motion. The lights from the fairy and lanterns don't seem bother it in the least.
When they move behind it, Rutile can confirm that the boards making up the creature's back are cracked and slightly warped. Moreover, Rutile may note the wall the mimic was resting against has taken the brunt of its venom; the stones in the lower section are eroded, forming holes just large enough to crawl through, though not enough to admit the mimic.
Sidling further to the left to space himself evenly from Naoto and Snow White, Orcelito nods to confirm. “I don’t have a light spell, but I can try fire. Broil!”
Alas, the Ancient Mimic is not set on fire, nor does the pain seem to slow it down. But the sticky venom runs off the tongue and from cracks between boards, dripping on the floor and making moving around a little more tricky. Orcelito hisses in disgust as he realizes that might not have been the best choice.
The mimic crouches to the floor, its four hind legs tense for an instant before Pounceing at Snow White, dealing enough physical force to knock him down or at the very least push him back if he wasn’t prepared.
(Fortunately, rng was nice today; Snow White has poison immunity and is spared the status effect.)
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When they move behind it, Rutile can confirm that the boards making up the creature's back are cracked and slightly warped. Moreover, Rutile may note the wall the mimic was resting against has taken the brunt of its venom; the stones in the lower section are eroded, forming holes just large enough to crawl through, though not enough to admit the mimic.
Sidling further to the left to space himself evenly from Naoto and Snow White, Orcelito nods to confirm. “I don’t have a light spell, but I can try fire. Broil!”
Alas, the Ancient Mimic is not set on fire, nor does the pain seem to slow it down. But the sticky venom runs off the tongue and from cracks between boards, dripping on the floor and making moving around a little more tricky. Orcelito hisses in disgust as he realizes that might not have been the best choice.
The mimic crouches to the floor, its four hind legs tense for an instant before Pounceing at Snow White, dealing enough physical force to knock him down or at the very least push him back if he wasn’t prepared.
(Fortunately, rng was nice today; Snow White has poison immunity and is spared the status effect.)