Okay, so the mushroom monsters release sleeping gas when struck. You tighten your robe/makeshift scarf around your mouth, and you suggest to Valley that she pulls her shirt up to cover hers.
Uh... yeah, perfect.
You also suggest she goes for low, sweeping attacks. At the very least, it'll knock the mushrooms back and keep some distance for when the sleep stuff happens. You draw your sword, wielding it in the hand opposite your wand.
You use your wand to blow leaves, grass, and whatever else is around in the faces of the two farther mushrooms. It's not enough force to throw the shrooms off balance, but the debris in their face does slow their approach. In the meantime, Valley goes for low swings on the nearer mushroom, and you take to stabbing it with your sword.
The mushroom is resilient, but against the two of you it goes down quickly enough. It sort of... "deflates" upon death, dark spores pouring into the air. You blow them away from you and your party with your wand.
Your billowing of detritus can't hold the other two monsters back any longer--they reach you, one lunging for you, the other for Valley, both with jaws wide open. You are, unfortunately, out of gob juice.
Uh... yeah, perfect.
You also suggest she goes for low, sweeping attacks. At the very least, it'll knock the mushrooms back and keep some distance for when the sleep stuff happens. You draw your sword, wielding it in the hand opposite your wand.
You use your wand to blow leaves, grass, and whatever else is around in the faces of the two farther mushrooms. It's not enough force to throw the shrooms off balance, but the debris in their face does slow their approach. In the meantime, Valley goes for low swings on the nearer mushroom, and you take to stabbing it with your sword.
The mushroom is resilient, but against the two of you it goes down quickly enough. It sort of... "deflates" upon death, dark spores pouring into the air. You blow them away from you and your party with your wand.
Your billowing of detritus can't hold the other two monsters back any longer--they reach you, one lunging for you, the other for Valley, both with jaws wide open. You are, unfortunately, out of gob juice.