Azzizazz: Fungus Rat King

"Lightning's not gonna work too good," said the Gith in the linen suit. 

Aziz looked at him, but Mac had his head slightly tilted. Feeling the monster out with his mind. 

There were some, no doubt, who would count Aziz as a monster as well. He was a dragon, after all, and he'd given up on trying to pass himself off as a human some time back. But the druid was a halfling, the paladin was a centaur and thus his own special mount, their explosives specialist was an Efreet, and the thing they were facing was a giant, monstrous amalgamation of purplish fungus and warped, infect rats. 

Aziz had really been hoping to blast it with lighting. Even now, after they'd worked out magical protections to keep from getting infected, he really didn't want to touch it. But lightning breath and a couple of low-level spells aside, he didn't have a lot of other options. 

This spell better work, he thought, and launched himself into the air. 

It wasn't what one might consider an elegant, dignified attack. He slammed into their opponent like an angry cat, clawing and tearing and hissing and spitting, buffeting it with the points of his wings. Adonis the paladin was attacking with his spiked chain, and Zaratas the Efreet was busy finding out that fire didn't work much better than lightning would have; it was simply too damp down here. 

They kept at it, and Aziz felt the moment the abomination came apart under his claws. He fell back, spitting and brushing at his tongue. Gods, he was going to have nightmares about the way that thing had tasted. 

Mac handed him a flask of water and said, "Good job, lad," and Aziz sagged. 

They'd done it. Somehow, they'd done it. And he didn't feel the tingling of the abyssal fungus' poison on his skin or in his mouth, so the protection spell worked. Which meant he could fight these things if he needed to. 

He had a feeling they'd need to.