Thread:Jona19992/@comment-27989107-20180509052614/@comment-5647250-20181001153212

Gnome: (he nods in acknowledgement) Famine. (he walks toward Famine, strips of earth and stone coiling up Famine's legs at every step, trying to slow him down)

Black Annis: Enchanted viper meat and venom is perfect to put in my storage for later use...however...(she stabs a few claws into the viper's side) Spell Hijack. (the serpent begins growing multiple heads that stretch upwards to bite at Wicked)

(Ironwood would see the Bluehorn and become suddenly territorial, charging directly to attack it head on.)

Janus: (he glances around) Alright, next is...(he looks up) Locusts. (He pulls out his sword and goes up to join Deception. The small black fox is still snagging locusts out of the air, swallowing them whole.)

(This next event happens, but no one but the very strongest among them seem to notice; still no one can move. Imp flies above the time-frozen battlefield toward Rattatouille and the soup, his Hand of Glory candle fully illuminating everything. He takes a bottle and just takes a few ounces of the unfinished soup)

Imp: A perfect ingredient for my the tool in development. Thank you Rattatouille. (his stone-masked expression does not change, but his silver tongue flickers out between the mouth as he snags a piece of Rattatouille's hair) This as well. (then he flies away. As soon as the light from the Hand of Glory disappears, everyone's time resumes.)