13.8K words. …Jeeze.
The skelecrab was slow, but wasn’t fooling around; chips of stone, dirt, and bone went flying when one of its pincers landed. “Can you throw a fireball at it?” Le yelled as they dragged Bigwave to something resembling safety.
“Never use fireballs underground!” I yelled back as I tried using an arcane tail of force to smack bits off. “There’s never enough room!”
“Earthquake?”
“Didn’t you hear him? We’re underground!” Jim bellowed. He was taking the pragmatic approach of going after joints, on the sound principle that making the skelecrab pick up bits of itself was a net benefit for the fight.
“Mudslide?”
“Again, underground — no, wait, that’d work,” I admitted as I dived for cover, a giant pincher swinging just above my infinitely precious scales. “If I knew that spell.”