237 The Night Thing  

The loud cries and screams came from the players that signal the start of the battle. The shadows slithered like snakes coming for everyone before they took up the form of players they engaged.

"Here we go." Ragnar sighed at the fast-approaching Night Crawlers zooming over them. They were dozens of those creatures, and he didn't know if they could defend till morning if this kept up.

"Keep those ugly things away from me while I cast Divine magic," the Spellskin said as he placed his palm over his other arm. His palm glowed over a simple figure on his skin. The drawing moved before it flew and disappeared from his arm. The picture of an animal took form in the air. Stick figures at first until they gathered light and form.

While the Spellskin was casting, Ragnar and the other DPS were circling him, pushing the Night Crawlers away from the Spellskin.