You Fight Back

However, you are Azeban. You are not some pest to be thrown on the road, you are not like the common rabble that is your brethren. You will fight! Against those filthy heroes and their treacherous god, one by one all shall fall before the great god Azeban!

During you rant you alerted the adventurers to your presence.

"Oi, there he is!" The young one shouted. Quickly, the young hero drew an arrow and fired. Splash! The arrow narrowly misses your precious tail.

"EEK!" You're ashamed to admit it, but that near **** experience did frighten you. Ok. Ok. Let's think about this rationally. What are my abilities? Thats it! Quickly, you snatch your rag doll from your nest. You leek out some of your mana and seep it into your doll. You notice the elder from before, smugly sitting next to a tree thinking his disciple is more than enough for a simple pest.

"He dares!" Quickly you focus on doll honing on your ability. Ptew! Ptew! One of your bolts molds into a severing curse and cuts off his arrogant old head. Blood spurts out of his decapitated body before he even realizes he's dead.

{Level up!} New abilities:
Call of the Vermin: Call upon lesser spirits and critters to aid you
[Learned] Minor Sever - Send a small cutting hex

Ooph! Blood comes out of your throat as your mana reserves fall into the negatives. It's been a long time since you were a regular magic user and your body is paying the price. Through your daze however, the disciple shockened by his masters **** by a mere pest. Charges through the swamp waters and draws his sword from it's scabbard ready to eliminate the creature.

Low on mana you are unable to draw upon the doll's power and sever or even harm the young disciple.