Konka Rar did not have much time to reflect on his situation. The pertinent information was that there were seven entities with an interest in killing him, and he had no intention of letting them succeed.
As if to drive home the point, Ekelhaft leapt towards him moments after his arrival.
Konka Rar cursed himself. He should have thrown the first blow. With little time to prepare a spell, he settled for a laser blast from his robotic arm instead, aiming at the tentacles extending towards him. They fell to the ground, separating from the main body, but continued to move.
"Naturally," Rar muttered to himself, taking the opportunity to flee. He began to flee towards the River Styx as the detached limbs flailed about, seemingly unable to decide whether to pursue him or rejoin the main body. Eventually, they settled on the latter, and Ekelhaft continued on its way, seeking out the lich.
Konka Rar had not gained much distance, but he had gained something more valuable: Time. He prepared a spell, and as the slime creature drew near once more, he unleashed it with a single word.
A pillar of flame rose around the blob, engulfing it.