You are done with the chant.
You flap your arms and utter the magic words (Blast vacuum)
You pull out a bronze marble which bursts into a zillion technicolour
sparkles!
You watch with selfpride as your blast vacuum hits G'naa'Byeh.
G'naa'Byeh writhes in agony.
G'naa'Byeh's flex shield wobbles.
Due to the presence of the incarnation of prosperity in your continent, you
manage to squeeze the maximum amount of experience by capitalizing on the
kill.
Torc utters a prayer for the fallen foe 'In nomine Faerwon. Amen.'
Kharadus utters a prayer for the fallen foe 'In nomine Faerwon. Amen.'
A large hole replaces G'naa'Byeh's face.
G'naa'Byeh is DEAD, R.I.P.
The magic mist around the dead G'naa'Byeh's neck leaps to your Kerbholz.
A new mark appears.
The magic mist around the dead G'naa'Byeh's neck leaps to Koan's Kerbholz.
The magic mist around the dead G'naa'Byeh's neck leaps to Zenick's Kerbholz.
The magic mist around the dead G'naa'Byeh's neck leaps to Torc's Kerbholz.