[Bat shit and sulpher. It's a hell of a combination, but Waver picks up some of the dried guano off the floor, adds sulpher to the mix, and turns his gaze and his hands upwards.
A few words. A pause. Then...
FWOOSH!
Waver's actually thrown backwards when he casts fireball, landing neatly on his ass a few feet away as the flame rolls out. Bats on fire, it turns out, have a very distinct smell. Gross barbecue, as it turns out.]
Did....did that get any of them?
[He asks as there's a bunch of burnt bat bodies on the ground.]
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[Bat shit and sulpher. It's a hell of a combination, but Waver picks up some of the dried guano off the floor, adds sulpher to the mix, and turns his gaze and his hands upwards.
A few words. A pause. Then...
FWOOSH!
Waver's actually thrown backwards when he casts fireball, landing neatly on his ass a few feet away as the flame rolls out. Bats on fire, it turns out, have a very distinct smell. Gross barbecue, as it turns out.]
Did....did that get any of them?
[He asks as there's a bunch of burnt bat bodies on the ground.]