Attacking the Hydra
Wulfgar and Malissin launch an arrow attack as Cole prepares to cast his
spells on Gareth and Barbaxle. To everyone's extreme horror, everytime
one of the head is hit twice by an arrow the head sort of collapses as
if in death. But the terrorfying aftereffect causes the bowmen to take
pause. Because within a minute of the head 'dying' two more heads
explode from the stump perfectly alive. As Cole begins to cast a spell
upon the 2 volunteers, the hydra has regenerated twice and now has 10
heads. (all 10 of which are able to reach down by it's feet, and at
least 2 that look as tho they could reach behind it to defend)
Cole tosses something (you are unable to see what in the heat of the
moment) towrds Gareth and Barbaxle and they are suddenly cloaked in
darkness. At the next instant party members AS WELL AS the hydra are
momentarily distracted by a bright flash of light to the east followed
by a loud ear piercing scream that seems to originate from behind you.
Unable to help yourselves you all feel laughter rising up in your
throats, for as you quickly realize the cause of the scream you turn
about and behold Cole, standing below a small 1 foot x 1 foot cloud
raining tulips and pansy's upon his body, but the funniest part is that
as each multi colored flower touches his skin, that portion of his
anatomy changes color to match the flower. As he attempts to dodge his
posie raining nightmare it follows his every move.
"Hehe, Thanks for the help Cole. Gareth, let's get going we don't
know how long this spell will last." Barbaxle states barely controlling his laughter
"Archers, use your arrows to distract the beast, while we slide in from the
side & rear." Gareth begins. "Once Barbaxle and I close to melee, we will
ready fire/, At
command "Readied," begin firing, concentrating on two heads per round;
after you kill the head, Barbaxle or I will destroy the stump. If the
attacks on us are too much, I may switch to parrying incoming attacks, in
which case I will yell, "Halve," One pair of archers continues the
head-killing, the other pair distracts. If all works well, the heads are
dead in a matter of a half-dozen minutes - let's work on keeping us alive
that long..."
Retrieving oil/fire/acid , Gareth whispers, "May Pikahl guide your
aim and watch over you... if anyone has something to say, do so quickly,
for we leave right away."
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