Nix raised his shield in time to block the balled-up fist; however, the impact sent him crashing through the long grass before his progress was stopped abruptly by slamming into a tree.
/Alpha: Pon: Almost done, making a small circle for kiting. What is that spell you're using?
/Alpha: Nix: A variant of my flame strands. I anchor them to the ground instead of trying to hold them.
Nix dusted himself off just as the creature broke free of the bindings. The Putrid beast was missing a barely discernable amount of health.
[Your legs have been damaged and will suffer a twenty percent movement penalty].
/Alpha: Nix: Wonderful...
/Alpha: Pon: Problem?
/Alpha: Nix: Yep. My movements are slowed by twenty percent.
/Alpha: Pon: That's going to make kiting problematic.
/Alpha: Nix: Thanks, genius. You may have to finish this bitch off without me.
/Alpha: Pon: Don't roll over and die on me.
