Gryffin: Goblin Pyros, Round 02

Gryffin saw the alchemical fire splash on Lloyd and ignite.

"Oh my gods..."

Lloyd ran through the door seemingly unfazed and still smoldering.

"Oh my gods..."

Gryffin heard the high pitched scream of a goblin injured. Mustering his courage, he pushes the door open with one hand ready to cast a spell with the other.

From his vantage point he could still see Lloyd's smoldering form fighting something small. Gryffin enters the room ducking behind a barrel.

He sees the grotesque little humanoid in front of Loyd. It's mishappen form dressed in leathers and what seems to be shiny bottles of glass.

"Alchemists fire? They're Pyromaniac goblins?"

With a look of determination Gryffin brings his hands together fingers interlocking in front of his chest as he speaks a word.

With the last syllable he thrust his arms forward - hands still interlocked except for his two pointing fingers.

Light flashes as a glowing dart streaks from the wizard's fingertips. It hits the goblin on the forehead leaving a small smouldering pinhole smack in the middle. The goblin's eyes roll back into it's head as it momentarily sways and finally falls to the floor with barely a thud.

Lloyd turns around to face his friend.

"Hey!, Nice shooting!"

Amber liquid suddenly washes over Lloyd extinguishing the small fires on his clothes.

"Wha...!"

A sweet fragrance told Lloyd that he was now drenched in ale. Looking up he see a floating upturned barrel hanging over his head.

Lloyd turned scowling at Gryffin. "What did we say about warnings?!?" He said as he wiped the ale stinging his eyes.

"Um...at least it wasn't whiskey." Gryffin replied as he gave a sheepish grin.