The Shadow Guard begin to advance on the adventurers, gliding forward instead of lurching as one might expect for a creature their size. Their four arms swinging broadswords, brandishing shields, and swaying with each step.

Praying that the fire had not dried the room out too much Akasha begins quickly muttering some incoherent words.  She stretches out her hands towards the floor directly beneath the Shadow Guard and smiles as she feels the smallest semblance of life... "I bet you'll never complain about mildew again" she yells at Blackbird McAllister as a wave of greenish energy pours from her fingers.

Starting at the feet of the Shadow Guard, a carpet of green quickly unfolds spreading in a mat of moss on the floor. The green wave of energy continues to emit from Akasha and given life to the mat. From different points across the mat large spores begin to form, and rise - many times larger than any simple fungus or mold either of them had ever seen.

Coughing a bit and catching her breath Akasha leans gently back against the wall, shattered pieces of wood lay scattered at her feet and she marvels for a moment at the savage force of the impact this old door had just received. Glancing up she sees two men, or at least it looks like the cloaked figures are men, stop and stare at she and Blackbird McAllister.

Still a bit wheezy she manages to spit out a few words. "Um, the whole book mess outside... that was his fault," she says quite matter of factly as she points a condemning finger at Blackbird McAllister! Akasha smiles pleasently hoping for some new friends. She glances at Blackbird McAllister, a feeble attempt at telepathy, yelling in her mind to be ready for what she fears is the worst possible time for a fight.