That's a neat trick. I'd love to learn how it works sometime, although...

[ The cloud became ever louder with the indignant calls of angry pteraxes. ]

Right now, it'd be best to focus on dealing with the reinforcements. An explosion, but with finesse. Yeah, a gently enfolding explosion...

[ That last Marcille muttered under her breath, as if to motivate herself. Just in time, in fact, as the flock descended on them. The first few to get caught by Muffet's net were a win, though the others quickly realized that the lines were something to avoid if possible. Marcille, not wanting to lose the chance, aimed a gout of flame just above the beginning of the net, where a great knot of the pteraxes had formed.

The smell of cooked lizardbird and feathers filled the air, as well as the sounds of angry cawing and screeching. ]