[Hades, at least, is not overlooking it. Indeed, his gaze has shifted from Hythlodaeus completely, a wrinkle forming between his brow as the creature's body begins to bend. He can all but imagine what is to come next, and though such an attack is certainly not fatal (nor what can be?), he rather despises the idea of traipsing through this field or entering into the nearby village covered head to foot in a wet, pungent, viscous layer of phlegm.]

[That hardly sounds like a fashionable entrance, now, does it?]

[An impatient sigh follows, energy crackling and rising over the span of Hades's gloved hand.]

Nay. I think only that you could spare a sliver of attention for your large amphibious playmate rather than simply leaving me to clean up after your mess!

[He hurls the spell directly at the creature just as its mouth has begun to open. A purple haze disperses about the beast, causing its arched spine to flatten and its sorry excuse for limbs to grow limp and insubstantial as it sinks onto its own belly there in the shallow water. Still - at least for the moment.]

[Hades slowly straightens, lowering his arm - though not before realizing that he has stepped foot into the stream in order to stay the creature and is now up to his ankles in brisk, silty water.]

[The sound of that laugh, he supposes is reward enough, so long as they can be done with the thing and move on to someplace dryer before it reawakens.]

...If you are so concerned.