Now almost hopping with anger, Inamar raises her arm to her eye to sight down its length and takes careful aim, as if her appendage was a musket or some exotic weapon from NZ's place and time.
"Steady...oh you are so going to get it...NZ, out of the way!...there you are you little bugger..."
With a crack and a smell like ozone, she sends another bolt of energy at the rat!
"Yes Inamar". NR4ZN steps back to make more room. As it does so, the warzoder once again hefts its club, aiming, but waiting to strike until the way is clear.
Unfortunately the bolt and tree club both fail to meet their mark as the rat dodges around frantically, hissing in anger.
This is enough however for Weylan to take advantage of its predicament. As it leaps out of the way of the tree club the mindblade slashes along its side opening up a bloody wound.
Thelso instantly plunges forward with his spear and impales the foul thing upon its stone tip. With a quick crunch of jaws Thelso ends the beast's suffering.