"...Maybe... maybe we should combine our efforts..."

Chaos staggered up, slightly wounded, glad for the slight rest.

"See, we've been hitting it piecemeal. Maybe if that lightning sword guy, the spear guy, you and me rushed it at once, we could kill it in one attack..."

"I can only electrify things as long as I'm holding them, sorry. Wait, wasn't there a mage around here or something?" Vace said as the beast roared and flailed nearby.

"Screw that, electric guy, go charge up the spear guy's weapon! Evil sword guy, can you charge your sword with evil power?"

Having troubles, I see, he thought as he started to move toward the motley group attacking a mother face-worm. His walk started into a jog, and then a run.

OOC: Go for the eyes!!

Darilk turned his attention to the other swordman as the creature flailed in pain from the blow to it's face. "No. I channel hatred through my blade... I do not 'charge' it... and the energy would be fatal if anyone but I were to attempt handling it."

(OOC: only because it's his hatred. This doesn't mean Sang couldn't use the ability... because Sang would be using Sang's hatred...)

After soundly braining The face worm repeatedly Meth reached into his bag and pulled out the massive book. He randomly opened the pages and began thumbing through them. Periodically he'd just start giggling.

"Electric guy? Bah, whatever. I'll give it my best shot. Let me see that." Vace said. He walked over to the man with the spear, and he held onto the tip. After a few seconds, it began to crackle with electricity. He then pulled his hand away and said, "Throw it quick, I don't know how long it'll keep it's charge!"

Chaos rolled aside as the Face Worm's tail flattened the spot where he had recently been standing. He considered Darlik's comment as he brought himself up into a crouch.

"Well, then would you please hate this thing a little more? Then all four of us can hit it at once and hopefully kill it before someone gets hurt!"

(OOC: Celes isn't here, so I have no idea how to continue this...)

(OOC: I've just noticed something...with everyone so preoccupied with Mama Face Worm that any left over wormies (Celes never said they were all dead; just that you killed many babies) could easily catch them by surprise when they try to attack)

Truce had been away from the actual fighting, which is how he wanted it to be. Very few people would actually want to fight those things if given the choice. In fact, he could just run away now while those people were distracting the worm.

But, I can't really do that, can I? No matter how much he wanted to he knew that it wasn't his style. Besides, he was lost and these people might just happen to know how to get out of this place.

Not quite running, he made his way behind the group, not wanting to attract their (or the face worm's) attention just yet. If I'm lucky they'll kill mama here. If I'm not...well, I don't exactly like the idea of getting eaten.

(OOC: Hey, does anyone know how a face worm sees? The eyes are actually mouths, and I don't expect it to have too great of a sense of smell.)

Vult stood perfectly still, only moving his eyes. Face worms don't use their 'eyes' much, instead relying on sensing vibrations in the ground. If he was alone, then the worms could even 'feel' his heartbeat, but instead all the clomping arround by the guys in heavy armor was probably dulling their senses.

He studied the armor on the mother FaceWorm. Pretty thick, since it's still standing after all those fancy attacks. Glancing down, he looked over his twin blades. These can't do much to it...

"RAWR!"

"Shit!" Some of the other immature worms had caught sight of him, and began making their way towards him. "oh well, at least this will give me time to think."

Vult reached down and grabbed the hilts of his blades, pulling them up and spinning them around before catching them, with the blades pointing down out of his fists.

"Party time." he said as he laid into the closest worm. Eye, then throat. Same as always.