as Fyre watched, the elf set his arrow on fire and shot it into the mimic. as the mimic flamed, Fyre nodded. good, he finally figured out one of the ways to kill a mimic. fire or acid. The fire soon stopped and the blackened mimic soon slumped to the floor. very slowly, small portions of it began to return to its original white color. apparently, none of the adventurers noticed, the elf being too tired and distracted with the diaboli, and the others being too distracted by the elf. damn, i was hoping i wouldn\'t have to do anything this must be an old mimic, to be so tough and smart. Fyre reached toward his belt and drew out a flask. He opened the top and looked inside at the sizzling corrosive liquid. Fyre nodded, then with a twirl of his fingers and another sign, he dispelled the enchantment on the flask. as it began to melt, Fyre flipped the flask above the mimc in a slow, gentle, underhand throw. immediately, he flipped a shuriken straight into the flask, and moved away into a deeper pool of shadows to the right, cursing himself and hoping that he wasn\'t spotted. the throwing star caught the flask, causing it to burst and spilling acid all over the mimic, sizzling and melting it away. as Fyre settled deep into the shadows, he thought, there goes a perfectly good star, let\'s see what happens now