You look like it. Jeez, lemme see what I can do. [Well, that much is obvious. He didn't really want to stare at her like that, but he couldn't help himself. He prefers to be the one doing the unwanted groping -- shamelessness, thy name is Cu Chulainn. Taking a moment to compose himself, he points his staff at the base of the plant.]
Ansuz! [Without any sort of warning, a fireball manifests from near the end of the staff and shoots to the base of the plant. It...makes things worse. His eyes widen as the plant just seems to get more tendrils.]
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Ansuz! [Without any sort of warning, a fireball manifests from near the end of the staff and shoots to the base of the plant. It...makes things worse. His eyes widen as the plant just seems to get more tendrils.]
Damn it, just my luck...