Green mist

“Now.” Jodah sprang to his feet with glittering, green smoke swirling from his fingertips.

The shambler was almost fast enough. It leaped forward before Jodah had reached his full height, its heavy body moving as swiftly and gracefully as a bird’s. If not for the smoke that floated between it and Jodah, it would have surely finished its short flight, crushed the archmage to the ground, and torn him apart.

As it was, the smoke flowed up into the monster’s face, and it froze in midair. It floated for a split second as two of the human gladehunters charged forward. The third, their leader with the morningstar, turned and shouted back into the hollow.

“Destroy it! Break the machine now!”

Whatever he spoke to had no time to act. Wreathed in emerald smoke, the shambler dropped down into the muck, bounded back toward the hollow, and took hold of an Urborg sentry in each clawed hand. Roaring, the monster thundered on, casting the full-grown men at their leader as if they were skipping stones.

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Planar Chaos, Chapter 14