Action!
This building had been hollowed out, more or less; some of the stacks looked more or less intact, but the rest had been shoved out of the way to make room for the carpet-shoggoth. It took up one entire corner of the now-open space, with tendrils of demonic acrylics veining their way up the sides of the walls and digging deep into the floor. But there were still plenty tendrils free to lunge and strike. Oh, yes, there were. At the moment, the flare seemed to have confused the monster, but that was clearly only temporary.
“Morgan,” said Ben almost conversationally from behind a half-fallen bookshelf, “tell me again why I can’t throw a fireball at it?”
One of the tendrils lashed out, still reflexively. It landed nowhere near the three of them, but managed to knock over a shelf. Which knocked down another, and another, causing a demented domino effect that ended with a bookshelf slamming and blocking the doors they had just come through.
“Never mind!”
“Already forgotten!” said Morgan as he broke cover, sword out and blurring. “Ice ball on the center of mass!”
“Don’t strike with your wrist out of line!” Ben yelled as he threw the ice ball.
“I didn’t need to be told that!” Morgan noted with some pleasure that the dark yarn sliced up real nice when cut with a sword. It gave him some hope that they could whittle this thing down to size.
“Neither did I!” Ben yelled, with a grin that matched Morgan’s own.