Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170729041209

The hydra roars and snaps with dozens of heads in all directions, including at them, as Severin's magecraft forces space to twist and the creature's leg to buckle, causing it to stumble and fall. Slade's efforts serve to enrage the creature further, the hydra's flesh bubbling and quickly beginning to regrow.

Meanwhile, Dolenus's Art has had the intended effect: it now bleeds from many places, though not for very long in each case, but somehow the elven Beam doesn't think it replenishes lost blood nearly as easily as it replaces lost tissue. His brother, however, finds himself slowly being pushed back as his nature interference magecraft is dismantled by the hydra's natural resistance to Astral Flow, allowing it to blow fire and more poison fog at the mage.

Azarias looks on interestedly, sitting on a tall rock and ready to intervene if it seems necessary: he has no doubts that they can defeat a young hydra (that cannot be more than a year or two old, in his mind), but he will make sure that none of them come to lasting harm.