
(why am I so lucky all the time)
Your eyes glow bright green, and you just shout, a shout with such a terrible and incomprehensible language that the beasts cower, covering what they pass off as ears. They are sitting ducks now (+2 roll For Jell and the rest).
Oh stuff
Parry it
*15 + 10*
You quickly propel yourself upwards to stand. Before you can stand, you stretch your body flat again, as it turns out, he has thrown a mace directly above you. You abandon all thoughts of standing, and instead you slither to flame, who flew no too far away from you.