Beats popped off his rote with no trouble, sensing he'd get about three hits before the spell wore off. He'd have to make them count.
Miguel and UsdiYona meanwhile, pounced on the talking legs, taking it completely by surprise!
First, Miguel's ghostly halberd came down on its mouth - shattering teeth, widening the slit, and causing it to stumble back into UsdiYona's paw swipe. For her part, the bear-girl tore one of the thing's legs clean off - the disgusting appendage spraying out earthworms rather than blood, as it flew across the pool.
The Dementia hopped around on one foot, jabbering dozens of random words a second, its voice high pitched and unhinged.
The words seemed to burrow into the minds of UsdiYona and the Saint (Killer) - they being the only ones (besides Miguel), who could actually hear them. A barrage of random thoughts welled up unbidden, flowing from the mind to the tongue.
If UsdiYona could speak, she would have - but her current form seemed unfit for the task and the effect quickly left. For the Saint (Killer) however, he couldn't help but say aloud the first thing that came to mind, and then the second, and then the third, and so on. He found that he had to keep talking, and talking. His innermost thoughts on display for the world to hear. He'd have to watch his thoughts - for so long as he thought, he spoke. And the thoughts never stopped coming...
The Saint explained his way through the casting of his body control spell, which instantly invigorated him - he having never felt it effect him so much. In fact, it allowed him a measure of control against the vocalization he had just been inflicted with - as he could slow down the response time of his tongue, reducing his new compulsion to a low mummer that sounded like a record player slowed all the way down.
With sword in hand, he then waited to see what the Sklorch would do, confidant that he could react instantly to counter - but the Sklorch just sat in the pool growling (if the weird noises it was making could be counted as such).
Emend meanwhile, took a shot at the aberrant plant spirit with his 9mm pistol. The bullet sunk into the creature, causing it to shudder momentarily, but it was hard to gauge what sort of damage it might have done.
Regarding the Sklorch, Emend was struck with how hungry he was at the moment, and wondered if those globs of sticky resin might taste like honey. Of course he had the sense to dismiss the idea of getting close enough to actually get a lick of it - but the idea would not leave him. Maybe after they killed it again, he could go see?
As this went on Robor focused his energies and attacked the hopping leg-mouth in twilight - fraying its corpus directly. With the damage Miguel and UsdiYona had done to it already, Robor's spell proved too much - and the thing erupted in a flood of worms, as it unmade itself and was destroyed.
That just left the Sklorch, which still made no move to leave its position on the steps of the pool.
