[ Just about the time the spectator recovers from a bolt of eldritch energy to the face, a pair of arrows come along and jam themselves right in its eye. With another shriek that sets Winter’s teeth on edge, the creature wraps an eye stalk around the shafts of the arrows and pulls them out in one rough motion, spattering blood everywhere. Its remaining eyes cast around wildly, looking for the source of whatever hurt it, but if Astarion has taken to the shadows, there’s no way that thing is going to spot him.
But it does spot Winter, who’s now made himself a prime target. The spectator swoops in, teeth flashing and ready to clamp down around the warlock, but it's repelled by a burst of frigid energy, ice lancing into those open jaws. Well, there goes the last of his Armor of Agathys.
Having bought himself a little time and a little distance, he flings out another Eldritch Blast because that’s what warlocks do, and the creature reels back, eye stalks flailing. Now it's really mad. ]
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But it does spot Winter, who’s now made himself a prime target. The spectator swoops in, teeth flashing and ready to clamp down around the warlock, but it's repelled by a burst of frigid energy, ice lancing into those open jaws. Well, there goes the last of his Armor of Agathys.
Having bought himself a little time and a little distance, he flings out another Eldritch Blast
because that’s what warlocks do, and the creature reels back, eye stalks flailing. Now it's really mad. ]