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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Voda Vosa" data-source="post: 5976406" data-attributes="member: 51271">The creatures seem odd for Sarpot. He woudln't know where to actually strike. The giant cap might do, but their actual eyes were down below. Strike at the eyes would do the trick? If they were actually some kind of fungi, were their eyes as vital as his own? Probably not. As he ponders other tactical dilemas, a Flyer hovers over their heads. He instinctively crouched, and watched the thing pass by, with feral and predatory eyes. Upon reaching the Myconid village he is amused at the creatures more in a curious rather than tactical way. They seem like children, running to meet their mother, Arkos in this case. They didn't have fingers, odd. How could they wield weapons then? His tactical mind took over again for a brief moment, before the guides lead them to the elder. As the first of the Myconids tells its story, "Finally, someone who knows all the damn story." says Sarpot between teeth.</blockquote>