Psilo led the Adventurer on a wide arc around the fight, nearly reaching the marker. He could see it; a large rectangular black stone structure jutting out of the swamp. The swamp mud in this area was quite thick and deep, making it hard to move. As they reached the marker, three of the frog-folk jumped out from behind it."Ambush!", Psilo yelped in shock. The bullywogs took offensive positions in front of the marker. Psilo looked over his shoulder at Spud and Dawn. "I can handle this."
Psilo closed his eyes and concentrated on the spell. He reached out his aurora, feeling it extend outward, locking on to the living decay of the swamp. He drew in as much as he could. The water-muck around his feet began to bubble and leaves from the trees above him fell softly, dead around them. The grass and razor-grass browned and the air became very dry. Psilo opened his eyes. With all of his might he release the energy toward his attackers.
The bullywogs looked at each other, dumbfounded, then their eyelids fell heavy. One by one, they slanked to the ground. Two were unconcious, the third half asleep and dazed. "Ha, it worked! Spud, Dawn; do you think you can handle this one. I- I feel a little sick..." Psilo felt a trickle of blood run out of his nose and his legs felt weak.
