Chapter 88 - Gaeren's Trump Card

Gaeren hopped around holding his shin, a small footstool running away from him. Its four stubby wooden legs actually moving like jointless limbs after it had charged in and rammed him.  He looked down to see a small cut where the edge of the stool had struck him, it healed up and the bruising faded away.  "What is up with these things?"  A full size dining table that was "walking" along while standing upright before it hopped up onto another table that launched it towards him.  With a lightning fast jab, he struck the table exploding it into shards.  Yet, even as he watched the seemingly countless shards pulled themselves together reforming the table.  Overhead a chandelier swayed around with the candles moving freely to either lob tiny fireballs that exploded into people sized blasts or send out a stream of fire.