Arrows swing by Milano’s head. The trap has been sprung and now the ocelot earth mage is forced into a defensive stance. Green bolts of energy flare from the ocelot’s paws as he continues to deflect and dodge around the oncoming arrows.
“Could you possibly disarm this trap any faster?” Milano shouted having an arrow swing right by his ear.
On the other wide of the spring trap an otter crouched and grumbled to himself. All these cogs, wires and pulleys were just confusing as hell. A tug here, a snip there and nothing seemed to stop the arrow trap.
“I’m trying my best,” Island yelled back. “There are too many wires!”
