Kolya runs his sabre through Lutz’s back; it emerges from his chest in two blades of bright light. Kolya chuckles as he twists it around.

“No!” “Damn fungus!” The party are variously helpless, looking on in shock, or trying to find their weapons and push through the thick fungal undergrowth.

Kolya laughs heartily as he withdraws the sabre from Lutz. Through the channel in the blade, a bright goopy light is siphoned from Lutz’s back and held in Kolya’s hand. The snake tattoo coiling around Kolya’s arm and torso glows brightly. Lutz falls forward.