"Damn. Guess I wait."
>Hunker down in cover, use the tip of my sword to carefully chip away the wood encasing my foot, without letting the blade point at my foot itself.
>If anything goes wrong, stop immediately. Keep a watch for anyone approaching, stand up and ready my sword if they do.
You carefully chip and pry the wood off your foot, all the while keeping an eye out for anyone who would want to kill you and drink your Delicious soul.
Wake up, sleepily. Try to move legs. Remember all the shit that's happened in the past... ten minutes. Bite back sadness.
If anyone tries to attack, glare at them, point accusingly, and speak magic for what I assume is "Back the fuck up."
"Hey, wood foot guy! Looks like we have similar problems! Don't touch anything on fire!"
No one appears to be charging you like a mad lumberjack, so you just continue to sit and do something else vaguely tree related and amusing.
Alga clicked her tongue in annoyance. Too late now.
Head back down stairs, speak Words at wall.
You head back down stairs to where you left your paperweight/teammate Sanya and give a new spell configuration a try.
[pot: 2+2]
You fire a beam or more correctly a concentrated and very powerful stream of water into the wall. Well, at least you can get a job as a fireman if this whole "fighting to the death" thing doesn't pan out.
I think I'll test magic up here in my corner for a while. Leave me alone or you'll get a lightning bolt to the face, unless I feel like another obsidian cannonball.
This calls for MAGICAL SCIENCE!
Science!
[pot:3+1]
Your right arm tingles slightly.
Run up to the first person I come across and yell Con-tell while making wild hand jestures at them.
'Hey you there! Do you know what this here word means?'
You run down to the first level and right into cog's face, screaming your word while spazing out.
[pot:3+1]
Your right hand tingles a bit but other then that nothing happens.