My condolences. I can't imagine being literally censored, least of all in a place like this.

[At least the coast remains clear. That should at least give him time to catch his breath.

For now, he rests a hand on his hip, but that rustle is a worrisome sign, so he doesn't budge from his spot.]

Megidolaon is a rather taxing spell, but it's not my only option, assuming we aren't ambushed by those torsos with teeth.

[Pisaca are familiar enough, but their curse immunity certainly puts a snag in things.]