[Gallagher]

"Attack—mode—activated."

A few quick words sent Bag stomping off well away from the flame turret. It wouldn't do much to the thing's hull, Gambooge was sure. Probably. But it was better not to take any chances. When he looked to the rest of the group and found most of them standing together, well away from any oozes, he rolled his eyes. "Babies."

He wasn't the least bit concerned walking by the engaged mass of slime and flames, a careful eye and a single lifted hand bending any fire that came his way away. He still let out a sigh once he was past its range, idly rolling his wrist as he looked over the next section of the hill.

Some were heading towards the turret, but many were still too distant to have noticed, and yet more were squeezing their way out of the reservoir and plopping, or just dripping, onto the ground. Gambooge drew his daggers and went to work, his element surrounding the blades and bursting out with each swing, leaving scorched lines across the ground as each monster was slain. At least mine won't set the whole countryside on fire.