Lavitz/Divina/Cormac vs Cúchulainn
"Ajora's tits," said the mage as he found himself swarming with all sorts of illness carrying creatures. He could see what they were doing to everyone else, and he was not okay with any of it. The flan, he was just tired of seeing, but the black flan were different. They did different things, but then again all the colors did one thing or another. He'd honestly been attempting to avoid them, somehow missing the huge creature they surrounded.
Once he was close enough, he reeled back, however. "Not good. Not good.." At least it was somewhat distracted? That didn't mean there weren't any of those black things around. He quickly pulled out a shell potion. Forget getting whammied by one of any of the things out here. Another bottled was procured from a different portion of his bag. If he planned on getting out he'd have to ration the limited amount of potions carefully, but the bottle of fire was held ready in his hand.
He was a magicless white mage. He wasn't about to go draining his short supply.