LittleLee

Lozan drops back to the ground. "Well, punk, you're lucky. Watch it, madam."

A snowstorm starts swirling around him. He opens his hand, and a sword faishonedmout of ice forms in it. A frothy ice cloak covers his shoulders, and his eyes start ...

(I know) Lozan snickers. "Dont mess with me, girl." His eyes glow blue and his feet slowly leave the ground. A frosty wind blows over them.

Lozan stares at her. "Fat lot of help he did."

Lozan glares at him too. "There won't BE a next time, you witless fool."

Lozan glares at him. "You're welcome. "

(GUYS)

(Hello?) The manticore dies. (Alright, enough of that.)

(ME)

He gets hit by its tail and goes flying

Lozan runs at it and slices at one of its wings before running back.

Lozan shoots ice beneath its legs, making it slip into the pit.

Lozan shoots his arrow into its eye, then draws two deadly-looking knives and charges at it.

(Danni, you conduct the attack.)

(How about a a manticore) Lozan draws his bow and knocks an arrow. "What was that rustling noise?"