Reeling from the shocking appearance of the monster Mound, I curse. Had I held onto my mana I would have been quicker to react.
But much isn't lost in terms of preparedness as Anselm swoops down at great speed for a devastating strike. The Mound staggers, its face where Anselm hit freezing over.
It moans, its head following Anselm's flight path. Not waiting to see what it does next I pull on my mana and activate my spell.
"Death Grip."
In a burst, dozens of arms snap out of me and latch on to the Mound of green and wood. Through my many arms, I taste the life drain out of it and know it can be killed.
"Soul Drain!"
[Target Must Have A Soul.]
What? It's alive but doesn't have a soul? Are there such things?
The Mound doesn't spare me the chance to contemplate on its state of existence, it swings broadly at my head, stomps at me with its makeshift foot and groans when it cannot land a hit.
