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Duran's spell had worked. As a Lamian cultist charged him, the grasses wrapped around it, immobilizing it for a few seconds. Immediately, it seemed to drop its weapon, a decision that would probably have come back to haunt it were it not for the claws and fangs it was naturally equipped with. He was a bit jealous on that account. Suddenly, A Nightmarian, propelled by its insectoid wings, came flying in and pummeled out of the Lamia any decency it may have had left. Duran nearly cringed as he heard the crack of the serpent's skull.

Immediately following the assault, the cultist seemed to have lost whatever mind it had left. Duran was taken aback when it took a deep breath and proceeded to set itself on fire. More than likely this was a horrible accident; The gout of flames was clearly aimed for the Nightmarian that had just concussed the Lamia into believing that setting itself on fire was a good idea. It was possible that the flames were magical in nature. In this case, it could mean any number of things. Perhaps it had a resistance to fire of some kind, perhaps it was completely immune to its own fire, though that hypothesis was becoming less and less plausible as he could see the Snake-man's flesh being eaten away by the fire.

Immediately, several strategies entered his mind. There was the obvious one; Wait for the Lamia to cremate itself. Then there were several others, all of which did not have the considerable amount of strategic heft that the first plan did. There was no doubt, however, that the Lamia knew he was there. It had charged for him, after all. Perhaps in its rage, it would attempt to kill Neira. Maybe it would just continue to be insane and, suffering from a pugilist-inflicted brain injury, it would simply flail around until it would be able to neatly fill an urn or two.

Despite the many extravagant battle-plans floating around in his head, Duran held up his shield and spear, intent on a defensive reaction rather than an offensive strike against a flaming zealot of a snake-person.

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