Azzazizz -- Aziz for short -- looked down at the corpse of the infected succubus, and then at his hands and feet, which were tingling with something that felt like poison -- the same poison he'd felt when the rats in the sewers had bitten him. Possum, the druid, was already on her way over to him; she had a cure spell left.
Okay, so that was a lesson learned, he decided. His contribution to the group would be skills -- stealth, lockpicking, negotiation, and like that -- plus his senses. His physical attacks weren't that strong -- not compared to some of the others -- and he had one good ranged attack and one weak one. Against these fungus-infected creatures, he didn't dare use the physical attacks anymore. Their infectious nature made that sort of attack as dangerous to him as he might possibly be to them. Were he just a little bit older...
...But he was wasn't, and he wasn't trained to use the kind of mortal weapons that could hold creatures like these at bay. If the druid hadn't managed to paralyze the fungus-demon with magic, he would have been in serious danger. Like, getting himself killed kinds of danger.
He thought about that a bit longer, then nodded to himself. That wasn't really a problem. He'd just have to consider carefully before he attacked anything with his claws and fangs... let alone his wings. He wasn't the strongest member of the party, but that was fine; he still had things to contribute. So... no jumping in, but no backing away, either.
There were things he was better at than anyone else here, they just weren't quite what he'd expected. And, he reminded himself, that was exactly the sort of thing he'd come here to learn. I asked for this. He'd very likely saved Mac's life from the rats. He could do this.
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