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*Commander Neviah starts throwing little imps into towarda the people collected in the tavern. She sends one near the edge of the concrete. The imp screams and Neviah laughs maniacally. A few minutes later, she picks up another tiny demonic creature and throws that a little farther into the tavern, very close to people gathered there, close enough that it'll hit the concrete footing. The imp screams as and runs off the concrete slab, as if the area with concrete is burning it. Neviah picks up another tiny imp creature, shaking it like a little ball.*
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Golbahg stands at the door to the tavern, sword and shield in hand. An irritated frown rests on his face as he stares down the commander.
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-Wizwik is working on something when an imp lands near him, he looks over to where Neviah is. He gets up and walks over about a good pace away. "Got a spare club? We can turn this into a sport."
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Golbahg shakes his head slightly, keeping his gaze on Neviah. "No clubs, only a shield." he replies to Wizwik
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"...fuck it" -he grabs a chair and walks to where the Imps are landing. When Nevaih throws another Imp he 'baseball bats' it back into the field of demons
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Lilith watches the events with interest, standing close to the edge. After a moment of thought, she incants, "By force of will I inflict Ego Whip" and hurls the spell towards the nearest imp.
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Golbahg chuckles as the imp is hit by the spell, snapping his head sideways to watch it.
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*The imp Wizwik attempts to hit with the chair instead grabs the chair and chatters at Wizwik in garballed nonsense, alternating in between shrieking in pain and laughing as it reaches out for the gnome's arm.*
*An imp very close to the cement footing shrieks loudly as a small strip of it's hide is ripped off in a ribbon from Lilith's spell.*
*Neviah claps her hand, smashing the imp she's holding, crushing his arm a little.*
*Other demons near her, seeing the fun, find a large hunk of charred wood from the burnt caravan, and a few run up to try to stab the imp that's lost a strip of flesh.*
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"...Well that didn't go as planned..." -Wizwik drops the chair and steps back out of the Imps reach. He grabs his spear and holds it at the ready "Go run back so she can throw you again, I want to hit you back into the air and see if the others will catch you."
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Lilith's lips spread into a wide grin. "Unilateral, mo chuisle," she murmurs, and casts another four Ego Whips into the crowd, each at a different, far apart target.
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