Klaus smiles at the sight, digging back in the box for the since-neglected spinner. "I suppose we should spin a number to determine our successes here, since it is a final battle and all." He says, flicking the plastic arrow, and spinning a 4 for Melly, a 3 for Kiras, a 6 for Pepper, a 5 for himself, and a 4, 2, 1, and 6 for Richie.
Melly the sorcerer charges right into the thick of the storm, staff blazing as the tentacles around her writhe in wait. With a swing of her burning staff, she sears two tentacles right off, starting to form a path to the weaker core. However, more quickly take their place, covering the weak spot again, and lashing at the poor sorcerer as they trip her up a time or two. Both land some equally-brutal hits, up until Kiras, the broadsword-bearing knight, comes charging through. His hefty weapon is raised above his head, right before he swings it with a flurry of slashes right across the tight-mass of tentacles. While a success, it's a minimal one, and the tentacles nearest him that aren't torn to ribbons manage a few glancing scrapes on his sides. Just as the heroes and the beast are looking evenly matched, Pepper the druid and his small army come crashing upon them. The troll takes the frontlines, catching half a dozen tentacles in its mighty fists, before ripping them out by the stalks in a lurid bouquet of still-squirming tentacles. The small form of Rumod manages to raise a little hell as well, spearing a couple of rogue tendrils on spikes of magic ice. This gives Pepper and his sheepdog a chance to get right in next to the core, the fetally-positioned elf in a flimsy suit of ichor, coating the body like latex. Given the opportunity, he slashes the elven core once across the thigh with his scimitar, given only a second to carve out the wound as more tentacles move in to cover the weak spot. Rogue Klaus keeps one silver dagger in hand, throwing the other at the base of the tendril nearest Melly, before walking slowly forwards, whipping about to stand his ground and protect himself. The dagger finds purchase, sinking deep into the one tentacle, but not quite enough to fully sever it. His one dagger isn't enough to defend himself either, and the tentacles beat roughly against his smaller body until he finally manages to temporarily fend them off. Despite his pain, he feels hot, panting in arousal as his curse of masochism comes into play. He's prone to lust attacks on the next turn!
