Adam scrambled backward, the searing pain in his wing a stark reminder of his miscalculation. The Magma Lord's heavy footsteps sent tremors through the obsidian ledge, each one a countdown to being crushed.
"Alice! The red potion, now!" he mentally yelled, desperation edging his thoughts.
A flicker of violet light, and one of the Basic Health Potions appeared in front of him. He snatched it up, crushing the vial in his jaws and swallowing the bitter liquid. A faint, warm energy spread through him, knitting the most superficial of his wounds and stemming the bleeding, but the deep burn on his wing and the ache in his bones remained largely unaffected.
"Cheap garbage!" he cursed. It was a paltry restoration, bought by poor adventurers for a pittance. It had barely brought him to 120 health.
But it was enough to move. The Magma Lord was almost upon them, raising a colossal fist to smash them into paste.
"We fight back! Now! Aim for the mouth when it opens!"
