09/03/2025 Snippet, BRAVING THE MALSTORM.

I’m not entirely sure about the ‘fart fire’ line. For one thing, is that the sort of thing that Alkali would say? For another, why wouldn’t the Dominion just do that anyway?

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Roger did the full ‘white of their eyes’ thing (more like green-black, though) before throwing the full whammy on the rampager. If the monster had been a construct, or the laughably crude undead that the Dominion’s been resorting to lately, it would have flown apart from the sheer Divine disgust being channeled through the priest. But this was a creature, alas. A creature warped by vivisectionist spells and malignant intent, but still living. The blast snapped scales and tattered its wing membranes, and clearly hurt, but the rampager still managed to scrabble over the side instead of falling back over.

I reminded myself that this was a good thing as I took position next to Zeke, my own bow in hand. Neither of us wasted time yelling about plans; we just started shooting off our quivers, looking for good vulnerable spots without fussing too much. The point was to goad the rampager, and keep it moving in our direction. I wouldn’t mind killing it outright, but if fifteen-foot bat-winged monsters weren’t already tough in a fight, then the Dominion would have made them twenty-feet, and have them fart fire.