Vinny screams, a high-pitched sound of pure terror that echoes through the chamber. The sight of the black pudding splitting, of Eezag's powerful attack seemingly having the opposite of its intended effect, sends a wave of fear washing over her. She stumbles back, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle another cry.
"Eezag!" she shouts, her voice laced with panic. "It...it split! Your sword...it didn't work!"
With trembling hands, she fumbles with her quiver, pulling out an arrow and notching it to her bowstring. Her aim is shaky, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, but she forces herself to focus. She’s not a warrior like Eezag, but she can’t just stand here and watch him fight these… things… alone.
She takes aim at one of the smaller puddings, her eyes narrowed in concentration, and releases the arrow. It flies through the air, a silver streak in the dim light, aimed at the pulsating mass of corrosive ooze.
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