The Divine RPG - A Hellish Pandandom

*Snape looks around and spots smudges that might be gray cliffs on the horizon, but the next moment, when he looks back at Wesley, he decides that the more immediate concern is to assist his comrade. Taking a deep breath, he plunges his hand into the spongy body beneath him and pulls out something soft and squidgy, probably some part of an organ, and lobs it at the shades. He reaches in and finds himself up to his shoulder in rotten flesh as his arm goes deeper than he'd intended, of its own accord. Still, he grabs whatever is available and starts throwing gobbets of putrid flesh and bits of bone, hopefully giving Pryce the opportunity to either attack or flee.*

I think I see them, but they're quite a ways off, *he calls down.*

Is this helping you at all? *he adds, throwing another bit of rotting internal organ down.*