Foam

Jodah was right behind the shambler with another spell already blossoming from his hands. Twin streams of blue-white liquid surged out over the shambler’s shoulders and slammed into the lead gladehunter, covering him in a translucent mound of foam. The man’s morningstar fell from his hand and splashed into the bog as the shambler and his two fellows all crashed into him where he stood.

Venser dashed forward, hoping to reach the ambulator before something acted on the leader’s command to wreck it. He quickly passed Jodah, who was still pouring gummy magic onto the struggling pile of gladehunters.

The other patrolling sentries quickly closed on the hollow, but Jodah now controlled the encounter. He kept one hand aimed at the shambler and the three humans while the other swiveled out to greet the insect-winged horror. It screeched like a demon as Jodah’s spell mired its limbs in foam. The last sentry tried to slither under the archmage’s magic, but he caught it before it came close enough to strike. Stepping back, Jodah continued to enshroud the sentries, working his hands back and forth until the sentries were all struggling under the same seething mound.

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Planar Chaos, Chapter 14