Coaxed to consciousness by Fie and to cooperation by Docus, Bee-Steve slowly twitches his bee antennae, and then his bee legs, before his little bee wings begin to flap quickly, bringing his bee body buzzing in the air about their heads, ready to serve his new queen, though he mourns still for his old queen and for Bee-Bob. He would shed a single tear if he could, but his bee eyes have no tear ducts.

However, poor Bee-Steve has little time to mourn, as the two viera manhandling the Udrafresk cause it to wake. It's arm flings out of Argath's grip before its large hand smacks him away, sending the Dragoon tumbling across the ground to land on his back, covered in bruises, before raising to its feet and letting out a mighty cry of rage.

In response, Bee-Steve begins to quiver and shake, small orbs of pollen fluttering off his body. He was too injured to fight, and needed to restore his strength if he was going to join in the battle. And the dragoon would benefit as well, it seemed.
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NPC Round 1

Udrafresk- 12 Damage Argath

Argath- 13/25
Bee-Steve- 1/42
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PC Round 1

Bee-Steve- Begin casting Pollen.

Looking up from his meal to Jade telling him to go get some binding materials and was about to complain when Argath got bitch smacked across the field by the rising Udrafresk. He slurped down the remaining larva and after a quick gulp raised his hand up,

"No time now. Everybody, lets kick his ass! AGAIN!"

He opened up his mouth and started chargin his lazer to deliver some hurt to the big bad beast. No use caring about the magic arm for now. They just needed to throw all they could at it just like last time.
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Start casting Homing Laser.

"Son of a bi-" Argath began, before the creature's arm smashed into his torso, sending him flying.

Zephyr quickly rushed to his partner's side, the little dragon was clearly worried. " 'm fine." Argath groaned, petting Zephyr on the head. Rubbing his chest, he stood up slowly.

"Just got with the same strategy as before." He told his teammates, as he shook his head to clear it and, ignoring the pain, rushed for the monster's right arm.

Docus berated himself as he stood, turned around, realized what was happening. He should have realized that something bad was about to happen when Jade told him he was talking too much. He really should have seen this coming.

In his defence, people told him he talked too much all the time, and it never resulted in them waking up a 10-foot beast intent on murder. And Jade... Jade really should have known better. She should have. His fists and teeth clenched, his breathe coming more quickly. He was livid. Too many words, fine, but words would have prevented this. Words would have worked. But nooooo, the Viera had to wake up the giant murderbeast.

Docus closed his eyes, forced himself to breathe slowly, deeply. Emotion was fine. Later. For now... Another deep breath... For now, they had to take the Fresk down again without losing anyone. He glanced towards Fie. He realized he'd come to rely on his fellow Tarut, and somehow, he was glad of that. He would have to come to... trust, or at least connect with, his fellow team members. But for now, for now it was good to have one to stand together with. "Or'vento! ("White One!" [White Mage, honorific]) "Steve can heal our allies, we must take down the Beast! Let me strengthen your spell, our power combined can break the beast sooner."

Fie palmed his forehead and looked at the ground with the uncovered eye. He just couldn't, physically or otherwise, bring himself to look at or even consider the last couple seconds.

Did that really just happen?

Was it even possible for someone to be so willing to get smacked by an eight foot terror-ape?

("The beast is sleeping, let's make use of our time."

"No! Let's shuffle it around and piss it off!")

He was gingerly tapping his ribs once more when he heard Docus.

"By all means, let's make this quicker than the last. Nothing can stand for long against a steaming tornado of tarut fury."

The winds came so willingly, even they seemed tired of this ordeal and eager to be finished.

Docus eyebrows rose and he shot Fie a grin. Had the White Mage been looking, he would have seen Docus' pupils disappearing in a hot while glow as the mage again called upon the fire inside of him. "Full agreement on the Tarut Fury. But steaming? I must say, I prefer... smoking. Now lets clean up this mess."

He would have loved to spout further one-liners, but casting in tandem took even more focus than usual. Docus closed his eyes, felt the heat inside him once more. He had tapped into it, and it was at his fingertips, on his tongue, in his eyes. Docus raised one hand in a fist, not clenched in rage, but loose, in concentration. His to unleash.

But brute force wouldn't do, he needed to be... creative. As he wove his spell, fist still clenched, he felt his power permeate the battlefield again... and as he let it flow, felt the heat stream out of him, the air around Jade, Argath and the Fresk began to glow with the red of suppressed Fire. Docus' magic diffused, not in a great blast of flame, but in a simple, steady stream of heat, flowing into the air around them. They'd be sweating, their throats hurting with each breath, but that wasn't the point. The point was that hot air rose, quickly. And as air flowed and wind started blowing around the combatants, particularly the Fresk, Docus grinned again, and waited for Fie to do his part.

Working with surprising teamwork, the three Viera quickly shatter the crystals on the Udrafresk's right arm, while Prasad attempts to take aim at the creature's body, only to have its left arm intercept the bullets, which ricochety off harmlessly, while the Udrafresk himself begins to work up a load of his stoning saliva in his mouth, some of the drool dripping from between his lips as he prepares it, just before his body is surrounded in fire and wind, eliciting a gargling howl of rage from the creature, even as a laser lances through the inferno and into its body.

As the smoke clears, a light dusting of pollen flickers down over the party, restoring lost health and magical energies.
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NPC Round 1

Udrafresk- 12 Damage Argath

Argath- 13/25
Bee-Steve- 1/42
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PC Round 1

Bee-Steve- Begin casting Pollen.

Caspin- Homing laser, body

Argath- 10 Damage, right arm

Docus/Tahrd- Begin combo magic

Vera - 12 Damage, right arm

Jade - 19 Damage, right arm

Prasad - 0 Damage, Left arm

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Udrafresk Right Arm- Dead.

Argath- 13/25

Bee-Steve- 1/42

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NPC Round 2

Udrafresk- Begin working up a spit.

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Udrafresk Right Arm- Dead.

Argath- 13/25

Bee-Steve- 1/42

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PC Round 2

Caspin- 14 Damage Udrafresk

Docus/Fie- 71 Damage Udrafresk

Bee-Steve- Heals party by 7 hp/mp

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Udrafresk Right Arm- Dead.

Udrafresk- -85/???

Argath- 20/25

Bee-Steve- 8/42 12/15 mp

Caspin- 24/27 mp.

Blue magic. The image was almost painfully obvious in Caspin's eyes, and if these fools were not going to let him eat the gigantic ape he was going to have to learn this the old fashioned way. He ran straight for the Fresk waving his arms around with a mad grin on his face, bodily movements summing up in monster to something like,

"Remember me you big palooka?! I'm the guy who killed you, and I'm here to do it again!"

Hopefully old wounds didn't heal quite so well as the beast's regen would lead him to believe.
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Standard action move, quick action talkin.

Fie looked warily at the Udrafresk.

If he turned to stone, and the cure for it was in his pocket, how would they get it? Chisel away at his robes until they reached it, or drag him back to town, perhaps popping off bits and pieces along the way if there happened to be a rough trail?

Discretion would be the better part of not becoming a lawn ornament.

He moved to a distance he felt safe at.

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Lore(Monsters) to know if that is a medium or long range.
If that happens to be a range he's already at (medium!) then start casting le aero. (I'll edit in later if you PM me etc. etc.)

"Does this look like a cutting too to you?" Argath said in response to Jade's demand for branches, waving his spear lightly. Walking over to her, he knelt down and pushed in to take over tying up the udrafresk. "That big sword of yours is more useful for cutting branches, so you go do that."

"Why don't you-" Jade began.

The Udrafresk picked this moment to wake up. "Son of a bi-" Argath began. It swatted him aside.

"Stop wussing out and get back here!" Jade shouted over her shoulder cheerfully. Three Viera attacked and many crystals were broken. The udrafresk was winded, lasered and set on fire. The air was heating up, something was off. The udrafresk was gargling up a mouthful of something undoubtedly horrible. Jade licked her dry lips and thought for a moment.

"Don't worry about the other arm!" Jade shouted. "Just finish him off!"

Sweeping her blade around herself in angled strikes to keep the wide, flat surface of the massive weapon's side partially interposed between her and the udrafresk's mouth. Keeping an eye out for someone else to make their move and draw off the udrafresk's arm, she darted in and struck.

OOC: Attack Udrafresk body.