"DO SOMETHING YOU NITWIT!! YOU'RE A SWORDMAN FOR GOD SAKE!" shout Chiel to Leon who managed to sprint himself to the relative safety (of being not first smashed, grounded, and eaten) .

"Look lady, THAT THING were A HUNDRED FEET TALL , my sword were definitely NOT BUILT to cut that THING! And if my memory served me right, it is YOU who said and I quote "What a weird looking rock, let's poke it with stick!""

"Well it's not my fault!! I don't know that--"

"Let's the past regret of your lifetime reminded within my say! Shackled your feet with their depth-dragging heave! SLOW!!"  Shout Evel frantically, it's a miracle he managed to outrun the monstrosity, considering his very serious walking speed problem --and cast the SLOW when running, nonetheless-- all thanks to the prepared empowered haste he prepared beforehand.

"UUURGH..."

"IT'S WORKING!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHH!"

"IT'S NOT WORKING!"

"It's too big, my spell couldn't affect it!"

"Water seeps yourself to the domain of the land; lavish the gritted earth with your calming wave; sluggish the path of the becoming; so my enemy may slow and I could running! QUAGMIRE!"

"Urrghhhh...."

"Great job Mia!!" shout Chiel happily.

"Chiel! Do that!"

"What? That? You meant that Big THAT? No Way!"

"Look Chiel, Quagmire could only affect a little part of the land, the being would back to it's original speed once it pass the quagmire. We had to cut it's leg. So it couldn't chase us anymore."

"No!!"

"Look, the monster were emerging from the swamp!"

"We could still outrun it!! No!"

"Chiel!"

"NO!"

[Haste] spell had >>>ended<<<, your speed would returned to normal within 5 seconds

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